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Almost immediately after Jiang Ziyu had sent out her message, another large V had released a photo of Miyachen holding Song Guo in his arms at the entrance of the Criminal Police Division, and a picture of Jin kissing Song Guo in the Emperor's Nest. Although the photo was blurred, it was clear from the clothes and body that it wasn't Miyachen.

Originally, Jiang Ziyu's words had caused the keyboard warriors to question whether or not they were meddling in other people's business, but after seeing Song Guo's photo, they were no longer calm.

Jiang Ziyu took turns to go up on Weibo to punish them.

Jiang Ziyu posted on Weibo before she went to organize the script. A few hours later, she picked up her cell phone again and was no longer calm.

Song Shan also called Jiang Ziyu a few times.

Jiang Ziyu adjusted her breathing and called Song Shan Shan.

"Violet Rain, I'm sorry. I didn't think …" Song Shan's tone was filled with regret.

Jiang Ziyu rubbed her glabella.

"It's fine, it's none of your business. I can't help Song Guo with this." Jiang Ziyu's tone carried obvious helplessness and disappointment. Song Shan comforted her and quickly hung up the phone.

Holding her cellphone, she looked at the delighted face of reporter Cai, the corner of her mouth curving into a deep curve.

"Miss Song, what are you planning to do?" Reporter Cai put down the cup of coffee in his hand with a slight smile and confusion on his face.

"Thank you for your help. On the day of my wedding with Hongyi, I have even more money for you. I've already transferred the payment to your friend's bank account through my private account. This has nothing to do with me, you understand."

Song Shan's face was covered with exquisite makeup. Her eyes shined with a faint sense of pride and her tone was full of pride.

"Understood. If what Miss Song provided wasn't the truth, then we wouldn't have this kind of cooperation. Our newspaper has always done a very good job of keeping secrets about the identity of the whistleblower." reporter Cai continued.

"Oh yeah, I've been suppressing the news about the cello competition three years ago. The main reason is that Miss Song is not from the industry, even if she did, the public would not have a strong reaction."

Song Shan shook her head.

"I won't post it for now. Even if I did, she wouldn't admit it. It would be better to let the netizens dig their own deep into the matter. In the end, the newspapers will do their best."

"Understood." Reporter Cai nodded, but felt that it was still a bit strange.

"According to what I know, Song Guo keeps a low profile. She's your sister, so I don't really understand why you want to blow her up."

Song Shan's eyes showed a hint of ridicule when she heard this.

"It seems that journalist Cai knows my sister better than I do."

"Of course not, when one doesn't know someone, their evaluation and the things that they see on the surface would always be slightly different from the truth. Miss Song, you have such a huge prejudice against your sister, I think that she herself is not without problems."

"A reporter is a journalist. If you have already said all that's good for you, what else can I say?" Song Shan's face revealed an elegant smile, but everyone knew that smile didn't reach their eyes.

The speed at which the rumors spread online was terrifying. No matter how low-key Song Guo was, a powerful netizen would still be able to beat her.

In the whole afternoon, Song Guo's phone was overloaded with text messages.

She sat in her room. The phone on the table had been muted, but the constantly flashing screen made Song Guo feel a bit upset.

She sat in front of the computer and cut out a video she had seen in the surveillance video. She was just about to switch off the video when the door opened with a creak.

With a cold expression, Jin Ming walked straight to the study table in the room. He picked up Song Guo's phone and skillfully took out her card.

Then he took out a new mobile phone card from his slacks and installed it on her.

"Jin Ming, what are you doing?" Song Guo stood up from the ground, looking at his fluid movements with surprise.

"I'll send you to the squad in the next few days. Don't go to that studio of yours anymore." Jin Ming put down his phone, and looked expressionlessly at Song Guo.

"No need, I …"

"Don't let me say it a second time." After he finished speaking, he looked away from Song Guo's face. He glanced at the messy floor, and raised his foot to leave. Song Guo wanted to take two steps back to give him a seat, but she didn't expect that his legs had already gone numb.

She took a step back, but her reflexes were unable to keep up with Song Guo's brain. As a result, her retreat caused her own center of gravity to become unstable.

Ah!

At the moment when she was about to fall, Song Guo felt her waist tighten, and the cold air of a man rushed over, in that moment Song Guo quickly extended her hand to grab Jin Ming's sweater, causing Jin Ming to change directions and fall back onto the ground.

"Bang ~ ~ ~"

The muffled sound of the collision between his back and the ground became especially clear at this moment.

Song Guo was lying in Jin Ming's embrace with her eyes closed. Her body wasn't in pain like she thought it would be, and Song Guo slowly opened her eyes.

Realizing that his right cheek was pressed tightly against Jin Ming's chest, Song Guo felt her heart beating rapidly, causing her thoughts to stir as she struggled to get up.

"I'm sorry."

Jin frowned slightly, looking very uncomfortable. Seeing this, Song Guo felt even more guilty.

"Are you all right? I... My legs are numb. "

"You're very heavy." Jin Ming spoke indifferently, with one hand on the ground, he relied on the strength of his arm to stand up.

Song Guo blushed when she heard Jin Ming's words.

With her height of 168 pounds, what's so heavy about 98 pounds? Jin Ming Chen, this person, forget about it …

"Let me help you see if you fell anywhere." As Song Guo spoke, she went around Jin Ming's back, wanting to pull his sweater.

Feeling Song Guo's hand on his sweater, Jin reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"No need, I'm fine."

Song Guo's wrist that was being grabbed struggled hard, only to discover that Jin Ming's strength was astonishingly deep, as long as he gave up struggling.

Then he heard him again.

"I've already changed your cell phone number. Don't go online, I'll send you to work, and don't go to the studio. If you want to go out, let me know, I'll pick you up." Jin Ming's tone was calm, and without any emotion, he let go of Song Guo's hand.

"Don't use that phone card."

Song Guo smiled and said with an indifferent expression.

"I know, thank you."

Jin turned his body to stare at Song Guo's face, unconsciously clenching his fists by his side. Song Guo could feel the evil aura coming from his body, and instantly held her breath as she looked at him.

After who knows how long, Jin Ming finally shifted his gaze and released his grip.

"Right."