Lian Xinying didn't even have time to take a good look by herself and directly handed the phone to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man, half doubting, took the phone with an arrogant glance.
"What's this about? Haven't even opened it, can see the thumbnail, the middle-aged man felt deceived.
But still curious about what the picture was, so he opened it.
"Ah, ..." Lian Xinying murmured something, then leaned in close to the middle-aged man to look at the picture together.
Lian Xinying chose to ignore this question, "Let's see what Yan Ye has sent over."
After a brief buffering, the true nature of the picture was finally revealed.
Yan Ye, of course, would not just send a picture, it was not his style.
His body was not something anyone could see just because they wanted to.
Even threats would be useless.
He was always the one threatening others, never the other way around.
Once the picture was opened, it needed to be enlarged to see the words on it clearly.