The room fell into a brief silence. Zhuang Chujiao looked at the man above her in shock. There was no admiration in his eyes anymore, only disgust.
Suddenly, a sense of nervousness grew inside her. What did he mean by his words just now? Could it be that he found out about that matter?
"Brother Yutai, it's not what you think." She tried to explain.
"Then what is it? You didn't sleep with seven or eight men?" Jiang Yutai said sarcastically, "If it weren't for seeing those photos with my own eyes, I really wouldn't have known how wanton you are in bed."
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Chujiao sobbed, "Brother Yutai, it's not like that, it's not like you said, I didn't."
Seeing her grievance, Jiang Yutai's anger grew even more. He directly grabbed his phone, opened it, and showed her the photos one by one.
