There was a live stream in the WeChat group, and many people were watching it. Zhao Jing smacked his lips. A girl was lying on the bed. No one knew whether she was asleep or awake. There was also a man in the picture who looked like a romantic.
"Old Jiang, this girl is going to face a disaster!" His tone was a little regretful, and he immediately handed the phone to Jiang Rongyan.
Jiang Rongyan had never been involved in the messy affairs of the young masters' circle. He frowned slightly and casually glanced at it. Then, he continued drinking. After a moment, he realized that this figure was somehow familiar.
"Hey! Why did you snatch my phone?!"
Jiang Rongyan did not wait for an explanation. He snatched Zhao Jing's phone and zoomed in on the image. When he saw the black figure, the image of Xu Anran leaving the house that day suddenly appeared in his mind. It was also the same black dress. The veins on his forehead popped up, and his face instantly turned incredibly dark.
