Jiayi didn't say anything; she just took out her phone, slid her delicate finger to a certain page, and then calmly handed the phone to him.
His eyebrows slightly furrowed as he took the phone, glanced at it, and his gaze abruptly paused.
On the screen was a selfie of him and Xiaolei from last night at the nightclub, drunk as a skunk.
Fuck.
He mentally cursed and coldly handed the phone back to her.
"I didn't send it."
Today, when Xiaolei came to the villa, Jiayi knew that the photo had been sent by Xiaolei. Hearing him say this now, her lips moved slightly:
"I know. It was Xiaolei who sent it. She took the selfie with your phone and sent it to me. However, this photo showed me just how bold and ambitious she really is. I really can't see her restraining herself or acknowledging her mistakes. If today she can send a selfie of you two to me, tomorrow she might send a photo of you two intimately in bed."
