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Five minutes later, the head of the post-production team confirmed, "Mr. Huo, we can be sure that these images are unaltered original files at this point."

The temperature in the living room dropped to sub-zero levels. It was the original image! A rush of blood to Huo Qingqu's head left him pale and drenched in cold sweat. He leaned back against the sofa cushion, feeling weak, his face devoid of color.

He couldn't comprehend how his meticulously planned scheme had unraveled into this mess.

Seeing Huo Qingqu in a daze, a bewildered Song Ci, who felt like she had lost her anchor, couldn't think straight. Her dilated pupils reflected her disbelief. She kept murmuring, "It's impossible... it can't be the original image."

Hearing her words, Gu Pianpian, who was quick on the uptake, sneered, "Is Miss Song trying to say that the man in the photo isn't Huo Qing'ang?"