"Xiao Ning, you're back."
"Ah! Mom... Can you not walk so silently?"
"What's wrong, Xiao Ning? Why are you sweating so much?" Zhang Ya looked puzzled.
"It's nothing, the hallway was too dark, and I got a bit scared."
"...Xiao Ning, how old are you now?"
"Mom, go rest! I'm tired too."
"Alright," Zhang Ya turned to leave but stopped, adding, "Oh, by the way, there's a package for you. I left it in your room."
Lan Yening, feeling a vague sense of unease, returned to his bedroom and opened the package.
Inside was a large envelope, and upon opening it, he found an assortment of obscene cards inside.
On the front were all sorts of his "beautiful photos," while on the back were things identical to what he'd seen on social media today.
"This... who the hell did this?"
Lan Yening was driven so mad that he almost yelled out in despair.
"It must be Lv Zhao, it must be them."
