The man looked at the photo. Gongsheng was holding Yun Qiao’s hand tightly, which was inexplicably dazzling.
His slender fingers slowly caressed yun Qiao’s small face in the photo. He said indifferently, “Gongsheng... I thought he never gets close to women? How can he be so close to an 18th-tier celebrity?”
Assistant Han pointed at the photo. “Huo Shao, I’ve checked it out. There’s an 80% chance that this 18th-tier celebrity is Gongsheng’s fiancée, who hasn’t shown up yet. It’s just that he lacks some crucial evidence. “After all, Gong Sheng hasn’t publicly acknowledged her, nor has he brought her to any large-scale public events. “This disaster relief is the only exception. She was photographed by the current affairs reporters, and those reporters don’t even know her.”
Huo Junlin’s deep eyebrows moved, and his long, narrow, fox-like eyes narrowed slightly. “It’s alright. Soon, someone will be fighting over her.”
