Meng Hao picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hello, is this Reporter Wang? It's me. When are the photos of the beating going to be exposed? The price is negotiable..."
He was speaking excitedly, completely unaware that the door had opened.
Meng Hao spoke more and more enthusiastically, "...I'm about to become famous. I won't forget you in the future..."
"Mr. Meng."
Meng Hao abruptly looked up and saw someone standing at the door, more than one meter eighty tall, with a baby face. Although expressionless, he looked pleasing, dressed in a black casual cotton jacket, somehow making people reluctant to approach.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Little Nine," said Little Nine.
He slowly walked towards Meng Hao, smiling slyly, "Mr. Meng, quite the tactics you have."
Meng Hao's heart tightened, "How long have you been standing there?"
Did he hear everything he shouldn't have heard? If he heard everything, then he...
Thinking of this, Meng Hao's face changed.
