"It's not me!" Ye Qiuyi shouted uncontrollably, jumping off the bed, wanting to take out what was behind that little red dot.
When she moved the calendar and saw a professional camera, her face darkened like the bottom of a pot.
Damn it, such professional equipment, could it be prepared by paparazzi?
Or was it the handiwork of that man?
Ha, fortunately, it was discovered in time, luckily, luckily.
...
Completely unaware, at this moment, the internet exploded.
The camera was indeed in recording mode, and moreover, it was livestreaming.
The livestream had been synced to the largest streaming platform in China, with total views reaching 300 million, second only to the last time Wen Meimei livestreamed her suicide.
The bullet comments had long been blown up by netizens.
[Ye Qiuyi is so ruthless, actually trying to use Wen Meimei's depression against her, she's simply a venomous woman!]
[Ye Zi, is it really you? Or are you shooting a drama?]
