Jiang Siyan looked at the photo on the phone. His eyes narrowed and his face darkened. His lips pursed as his chest heaved up and down. Then, he smashed the phone onto the ground.
"Pah!" With a sound, the phone was immediately smashed into pieces. Even the battery on the phone fell out.
Ah Long slightly frowned, not daring to speak up.
Didn't he say that he was going to shoot himself if he spoke now?
"Ah Long." Jiang Siyan took a deep breath, then leaned back against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. He raised his right hand and pinched the space between his eyebrows, "Keep that hot search down, check the person who wrote this article, and the person who gave the photo, make them disappear."
His tone carried a sense of helplessness and dejection. There was no hatred or viciousness in his tone.
"Yes, young master." Aaron bowed and went out, giving orders.
After Aaron finished his call, he returned to the hall.