An Ruoying is muddleheaded. She just feels that everyone around her is laughing at her and satirizing her.

Her face became more and more ugly. Finally, she could not bear the pressure. She turned around and left the banquet hall.

Back in her room, she threw her bag on the floor and swept it.

With a crackling sound, everything on the table was swept to the ground and smashed.

An Ruoying still doesn't get rid of her hatred. She turns around and smashes the antique vase on the bedside table.

"Damn it!!! Why is that? Fang Zixi, the little slut, actually used some dirty means to cheat Bai Er Ge to get the license with her?! Did she give the second elder brother Bai ecstasy? Otherwise, how could Bai Er Ge marry such a woman?! Yes, he must have been cheated by that little bitch! Maybe Fang Zixi is pregnant with some kind of wild man outside, and wants to cheat Bai Er Ge to marry her! "

An Ruoying's heart is full of malice, and she wants to curse Fang Zixi to die. Just now, in front of so many people in the banquet hall, she still barely remembers to keep her image.

Now back in her room, she couldn't control her malice.

If someone comes in at this time, he will be frightened by the ferocious expression on her face.

However, no matter how she arranges Fang Zixi in her heart, it can't change the fact that Fang Bai and her husband have already obtained the certificate.

Under Bai Shixun's circle of friends, there have been hundreds of comments, all of which are the same blessing.

An Ruoying is more and more angry when she looks at it. Her right hand swings suddenly, and she is about to smash her mobile phone.

However, the moment she started, her mobile phone suddenly rang.

An Ruoying subconsciously looks down. The next second, her action of smashing her cell phone stops.

She flashed a hint of consternation on her face. Then, her eyes narrowed. She reached for the screen and connected the phone.

"Miss an, you have finally answered the phone. I've been looking for you all day."

On the other end of the phone, there came the voice of an excited young man.

An Ruoying asked coldly, "what's the matter? Thank you for getting those photos last time, but I've settled the balance for you, haven't I? "

The caller was no other than the private detective who had investigated Fang Zixi for her.

This person is very famous in the industry, and detective technology is the second. The key is that he has his own acquaintances in various organizations and can get a lot of internal information.

Otherwise, he could not have turned over the picture of Fang Zixi from the criminal files seven or eight years ago.

The young man laughed and said, "miss an, you misunderstood me. I'm not here to ask you for money. I have already negotiated the price. Can I blackmail you afterwards? I'm well-known in the industry. I can't do such a thing. "

"What can I do for you?" An Ruoying thought of something, eyebrows slightly pick.

Sure enough, the man on the other end of the phone suddenly lowered the voice line, so low that only when he pasted it on his mobile phone could he barely hear it clearly.

"Miss an, I remember last time you said that let me continue to pay attention to the trend of the supermodel. Once I find anything interesting, I will report it to you in time. As long as the information is valuable to you, you will pay accordingly. I want to ask, "is this promise still valid?"