Inside the envelope was a stack of photos.
As Lu Hongkun poured out the envelope, Lu Jingjing only caught a glimpse of an unclothed backside and almost instantly realized what it was. Clutching the envelope, she fled upstairs as if escaping.
Everything happened in an instant. Lu Hongkun stood in place, his face growing darker.
Although he didn't see clearly what it was, Lu Hongkun could roughly guess, fearing it was nothing good, and it was related to Lu Jingjing.
Connecting it with the earlier conversation between Mu Shengfeng and Lu Jingjing, Lu Hongkun's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Walking to the sofa to sit down, Lu Hongkun hesitated for a while before picking up the phone and dialing out.
In the bedroom upstairs, Lu Jingjing leaned against the door, her heart racing wildly, as if it was going to leap out from her throat.
