Ye Chenxi sent Wuhui to the crew for the celebration banquet, and just as he sat in the car, his phone rang in his pocket.
He started the engine, and as the car slowly drove out, he casually pulled out his phone. Just a glance, he was startled to find it was still an anonymous number.
Opening it again, it was still a photo sent by the other party.
A photo of Tang Xiaofei naked, with a man's arm draped across her chest.
Seeing such a thing, Ye Chenxi's face suddenly turned cold, his pupils sharply contracted, and the deep red pain in his eyes seemed to have something unclean in them, making him feel particularly uncomfortable.
His palm gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles turned white with force.
Wuhui, who had just gotten in the car, immediately noticed Ye Chenxi's abnormal demeanor, especially his face, which was as dark as a pot bottom, looking grim and terrifying.
"Chen Xi, what's wrong with you?" Wuhui asked softly.
This Ye Chenxi had an exceptionally cold aura.
