"Zhan Ting... did you bribe the reporters to take pictures of Ouyang Yan and Xiao Yihe?" An Lan sat up straight, thinking this was the only possibility.
When that group of journalists and cameramen entered just now, it was unobstructed, as if someone had a room card. It was known that at six o'clock, they wouldn't harm their own reputation, so someone must have given them that room card.
The first person she thought of was Huo Zhanting.
Huo Zhanting had always been one to retaliate.
Ouyang Yan plotted against her this time; Huo Zhanting wouldn't just let it slide.
Huo Zhanting wiped the sweat from his forehead with the towel draped over his neck and denied, "Not me, Lanlan. You told me to hold off, so I listened and didn't do anything."
His demeanor was open and honest, and there was no need for him to lie about such a matter.
Now they were even more puzzled, "If it wasn't you, then... who could it be?"
Who couldn't stand Xiao Yihe and Ouyang Yan?
