Duan Wenhu turned her head and looked at Qingyue expressionlessly, urging him with her eyes to resolve this matter with Sang Ning.
Under Duan Wenhu's cold gaze, Qingyue felt his heart tremble. What if, after all this, Duan Wenhu really abandoned him?
He hadn't even established a foothold in the entertainment industry yet.
Fear had already consumed his heart. Qingyue, now incapable of thinking calmly, was only concerned about the negative impact of the photos. At this moment, the most crucial thing was to make Sang Ning honestly reveal the origin of the negatives.
"I can't find the negatives." As soon as Qingyue finished speaking, two piercingly cold stares landed on him, heavy and laden with the weight of a thousand pounds.
He hurried to add, "What I meant is, all these photos of Shen Yi were generated using AI. Where am I supposed to find negatives to give you?"
Upon hearing Qingyue say this, Sang Ning immediately felt a wave of relief—so that's how it was.
