"I know," Tang Huai took the newspaper and opened it for a look.
The newspaper was all in the script of that country, and by chance, she happened to know the language.
There was a report on the riots in that country, accompanied by photos of the chaotic scene captured at the time.
The photographs, taken with a black and white film camera, were not very clear.
But there was one picture that she could see clearly.
Jing Xuan, embracing a woman, fleeing from the chaotic scene!
He was protecting the woman, her upper body shielded by his tall and strong figure.
She couldn't see the woman's face, but the woman was in a professional suit.
The neat and professional attire was something Tang Huai had seen Zhang Shiwan wear more than once.
Tang Huai had no desire to read what the text said; she handed the newspaper to Jing Xuan and said coldly, "How do you explain this?"
Jing Xuan glanced down at the newspaper and, with that one look, he saw the photo of himself.
