I just looked through the photos, and I have a pretty good idea of what's going on now.
There are no pictures of Yan Luo and me kissing or getting cozy inside a hotel.
Going to the movie and heading to the hotel were both spur-of-the-moment decisions for the two of us. That movie was sold out everywhere, so whoever took those stealth photos probably couldn't get tickets, and they certainly couldn't have known which hotel room we checked into.
If they had pictures like that, Juyan would have already lost his mind and thrown a massive fit ages ago—he wouldn't have waited until now.
Since they don't have any of that, what the hell do I have to be afraid of?
I said, "If you're going to smear me, you need actual proof, right? This is just a normal colleague relationship. What on earth are you even mad about?"
Juyan said, "You even went into a hotel, and you're still playing tough?"
I said, "There are some things I really didn't want to tell you... That day, Mr. Hello wet his pants. Is it a crime to go to a hotel just to change a pair of pants?"
Juyan was taken aback, and then he said, "What does him wetting his pants have to do with you?"
"Can you try having a little compassion? He's a business partner of our company. Was I supposed to let him drip urine all the way down the street?"
He said, "You sure like to stick your nose into everything. Didn't Brother Qi go along too?"
I said, "Brother Qi went there to deliver the pants. Would you have the nerve to drop your trousers in fron…
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