He rubbed his forehead, looking at the disconnected call and then at the computer screen in front of him, where a whole folder of photos was displayed...
All the photos were of him and Su Xiaomeng...
Some of the photos were digitally altered, while others used ambiguous angles during the shot.
There were photos of him bringing flowers to the Yin Group, ones taken at a banquet where they stood together "whispering," and also those snapped yesterday when they entered the same suite in a hotel...
Such image-led discussions, without the full context, could lead anyone except the involved parties to wild imaginings.
Some third-rate media reporters attempted to create big news using these methods, and Rong Jing never expected that the batch of material he had intercepted would eventually be used by himself.
With a solemn face, he sent these photos out via email.
The large executive chair swiveled, and Rong Jing faced the window, the sunlight somewhat glaring, like a certain woman.
