"Did you take a clear picture of it?" Zhuang Liu leaned back in his chair elegantly, not in a good mood.
"I got it clearly." Xiao Mo showed him the video and photos. "Our people have been waiting for a long time. We specially switched to night vision cameras to take photos. I guarantee that we can capture Tan Song's face and expression clearly."
Zhuang Liu was not very satisfied. "Why was Rourou also photographed? "
"They were standing too close. It's hard to cut Miss Tan Rou out of the picture with that distance." Xiao Mo replied.
"Tsk!" Zhuang Liu frowned. "Alright. Find a few inconspicuous accounts and spread it. Then, find some big VIPs to repost it."
"Alright, I'll do it now." Xiao Mo left with his phone.
Zhuang Liu's heart ached for Tan Rou. Why didn't she tell him? If he hadn't asked Xiao Mo to pay more attention to the news online, he wouldn't have known about this. Tan Song would never donate money. After checking, it was indeed Tan Rou who did it.
