Blanche hadn't expected her to stop suddenly; she nearly crashed into her and looked at her with some dissatisfaction, "What's the matter?"
"Blanche, I don't care why you took pictures of me with Fu Jinghen, but you should be more careful in your dealings with others, don't be used by those with ulterior motives again."
Wen Qiao's expression was extremely serious as she spoke, and Blanche involuntarily swallowed back her retort, "I wouldn't be used by anyone," nodding unconsciously, "Understood."
Actually, she took that photo because she thought Wen Qiao was messing around, seeing what she believed to be incredible evidence. Her intention was to use it to slap Wen Qiao's face later. Unexpectedly, she got a dose of her own medicine.
"Let's go inside, they must be getting anxious."
The two of them pushed open the door of the private room and walked in.
