Ye Mingmei was completely panicked at this moment.
Like a person who can't swim being pushed into the ocean, floating and sinking in despair.
"Then how does Miss Ye explain those photos? In the pictures, you and Mr. Yu seem very close, even sleeping in the same bed."
"..."
At the mention of the word "bed," Ye Mingmei's entire body jolted violently.
Her beautiful eyes looked at the reporter in horror, her gaze filled with despair, seemingly capable of killing.
The reporter was so frightened by Ye Mingmei's gaze that they took a step back.
"Miss Ye, I'm not spreading rumors. I have printed out these photos." A reporter beside her handed a photo to Ye Mingmei.
Ye Mingmei glanced at it from the corner of her eye, squinting.
Her heart seemed to drop from her throat back to her chest in an instant.
Looking at the beautifully artistic photos in the reporter's hand, an indescribable feeling surged in her chest.
