After the breakup, Mr. Shang thought that the father was more valuable than the son.

Shang Ji handed the information in his hand to Yang Ming, walked aside and said, "Speak carefully."

"Yes, the sponsor dad." The other party added two words very skillfully: "I have already completed the things you told me last time, and all the photos have been processed. As far as I know, unless he prints them out in advance, otherwise There should be no backup."

Listening to the other party's words, Shang Ji paused slightly.

"I have to say, he's pretty good at taking pictures. He's a principled pervert." The other end muttered and asked, "Do you want me to send you a copy? Then I'll just—"

"No need." Shang Ji said and hung up without waiting for the other party to say anything else.

But less than two seconds later, the phone call came back: "Dad, I just forgot to mention that I will have a month off after the competition next week. I have already scouted the place to play. Don't forget to pay."

This time, he hung up the phone without any hesitation.

Yang Ming took a peek at his face and said thoughtfully: "The second master called me just now and said that he couldn't get through to you. He said that if Miss Xi'er didn't want to go abroad, he would go and apologize to the third master. It can meet all the requirements there.”

"Really?" Shang Ji didn't take it seriously. After a pause, he said, "Go and tell her this."

Yang Ming was stunned for a few seconds before realizing who this "she" was, and nodded quickly: "Yes."

It seems that Mr. Shang is determined to send Miss Xier away this time.

He turned his head and glanced at Wei Lao's ward.

It's right to think about it. The engagement banquet of the Shangzhuang two companies is coming soon. It will be troublesome if someone deliberately uses the topic to cause something on the day of the engagement banquet.

If you send people away now, Mr. Shang will be able to bring them back when the time comes.

However, I am afraid that the situation will change and the person will not be able to be brought back...

Just as he was thinking about it, he raised his head and met Shang Ji's eyes looking over.

Yang Ming was so blessed that he understood immediately and took out his cell phone to call Song Xier.

I didn’t answer the call the first time, but when I was about to hang up the second time, I was picked up: “Hello.”

"Miss Xi'er." Yang Ming shouted: "That's it. The second master has contacted the third master. He doesn't want you to go abroad and is ready to agree to the third master's request."

After the words fell, there was silence on the other end of the phone.

Just when Yang Ming thought the call had been hung up, Song Xier's voice sounded coldly: "Don't worry, since I agreed, I won't go back on it, and I don't need you to remind me."

"..."

Yang Ming glanced at Shang Ji: "That's not what Mr. Shang meant, and the school over there was specially selected by Mr. Shang to be the most suitable based on your major, Miss Xi'er. I'm sure——"

Before Yang Ming finished speaking, a male voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone: "Song Xi'er!"

It was Xiao Jie's voice that he had never heard before, and Yang Ming couldn't hear it wrong.

Immediately after, he heard Song Xier say: "I still have something to do here, so hang up first."

Yang Ming looked up and saw Shang Ji's dark expression. He had obviously heard it.

"Boss..."

Shang Ji said expressionlessly: "Next time if you talk too much, just pack your things and go to the sales department."

Yang Ming: "..."

Song Xier looked at Xiao Jie who appeared out of nowhere, with a very ugly expression on her face: "Can you stop following me?"

Xiao Jie's expression was equally ugly: "What did you say to Shang Ji?"

Song Xier frowned: "What?"

Xiao Jie seemed to be suppressing something, with obvious anger in his eyes. When he came out of the detention center and was beaten like that, he was not as excited as before.

"Okay, Song Xi'er, I didn't expect that you really told him everything." Xiao Jie almost gritted his teeth: "Do you really think that you let him delete all the photos of you that I have and I will take it from you? There’s a solution, right?”

Song Xier's pupils suddenly tightened: "What did you say?"

Xiao Jie sneered: "I'm telling you, you'd better give up this idea as soon as possible."

Song Xier's tone was a little urgent: "Are you saying that Shang Ji deleted all the photos in your hand?"

"Yes." Speaking of this, Xiao Jie's expression turned ugly: "Damn, he actually found someone to hack all my electronic devices."

Song Xier was stunned for a moment, and it took a while before she came back to her senses.

The original surprise was suddenly replaced by unconcealable embarrassment.

When he was in junior high school, Xiao Jie took a lot of photos of Song Xi'er, from various angles, expressions, clothes, and scenes...

She is disgusting!

But she could do nothing but feel sick.

After so many years, Song Xier kept letting herself forget that memory and never mentioned it to anyone, including Su Mei and Shang Ji.

She didn't tell Su Mei because she didn't want her to worry.

If I don't tell Shang Ji, I don't dare and I'm afraid.

She didn't want Shang Ji to know about her shameful past, when she was stepped on like an ant.

But she didn't expect to see Xiao Jie again.

And was haunted by his ghost again.

Even so, she only told Shang Ji that Xiao Jie was her classmate.

As for the rest, he carefully hid them.

But now...

If Shang Ji found someone to hack the photos in Xiao Jie's hand, does this mean...

He's already seen it all?

Thinking of this, Song Xier's face turned pale and her body swayed unsteadily.

"What's your reaction?" Xiao Jie narrowed his eyes and suddenly realized: "You didn't tell him?"

Seeing that Song Xi'er didn't speak, Xiao Jie suddenly laughed: "I just said you don't have the guts."

"So he didn't want you after seeing those photos?"

Xiao Jie didn't know what he was thinking of when he said this. He smiled even happier and his tone returned to his usual gentleness: "Look, aren't there just a few photos? It's nothing. He doesn't want you just for this. It's like this It doesn’t matter if a man doesn’t want it.”

Xiao Jie said, raising his hand to hug Song Xier's waist: "I'm different. I'm sincere to you. When I was in junior high school - ah!"

Xiao Jie suddenly bent over and looked down at himself, his face twisted in pain, and he was speechless for a moment.

Song Xier, however, pulled back her feet expressionlessly, turned around, walked to the roadside, stopped a car and got in.

While starting the car, the driver asked Song Xi'er where she was going. After asking several times, Song Xi'er seemed to suddenly come to her senses. When she looked up, her face was a little blank, and she blankly said the address of the business.

She didn't know how Shang Ji knew that Xiao Jie had those photos. Was it just because he saw the photo of her and Xiao Jie last time?

Song Xier's mood was very complicated.

She was naturally happy that the photo was gone. The stone that had been blocking her heart for so many years was finally gone.

But whenever I think of Shang Ji seeing those photos...

Song Xi'er held the phone in her hand tightly. After a while, she clicked on the screen, found Shang Ji's number and dialed it hesitantly.

But less than two seconds after the call was dialed, she quickly hung up.