Nine photos, each one sent over.
It wasn't long before.
Yuncheng, in an off-road vehicle.
In the back seat, the driver's mobile screen suddenly lit up; the man picked up his phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and entered WeChat where the photos appeared one by one.
In the dim light, the man lightly curled his lips and then clicked to enlarge the pictures, flipping through them one at a time.
Moments later, the smile at the corner of his lips gradually faded, replaced by chilliness and anger.
The first four photos were close-ups of a barbecue and a selfie, all quite nice and eye-pleasing, but the ones that followed showed a group picture, including a photo of just two people together—all men, arm in arm with her, all igniting an immense fury.
The grip on his mobile phone tightened slightly.
Then, he opened the text box and started typing.
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Reconnaissance Camp.
After sending the photos, Mo Shangjun didn't wait for Ya Tianxing's reply; she simply put away her phone.
