I clenched the bag in my hand, looking at the smug couple in front of me.

Even if I couldn't bear this anymore, I couldn't joke about Shen Ning's future.

I still agreed to their request.

I logged onto Weibo, clarified the matter as they wanted, and apologized.

After sending the apology letter, I turned off my phone and gestured to them.

"I've done what you wanted, where is your sincerity?"

To prevent them from going back on their word, I took out a recording pen that had been on since early on, and threw it directly on the coffee table in front of them.

"Luo Muzi, you should know that in our line of work, integrity is key. You better delete the screenshots for me, or I can do anything."

Luo Muzi understood me, and I did what I promised.

He snorted, deleted the screenshots and backups in front of me.

After finishing these tasks, without even lifting my eyelids, I turned to leave.

Suddenly, I heard a loud noise from behind, the sound of the recording pen being smashed.

Luo Muzi angrily smashed things, his crimson eyes glaring at me.

"Jiang Yizhu, why do you pretend to be upset and angry? Just because that day you hid a painting from me?"

"Remember, this is your debt to Xiru, she is the real victim!"

Over the years, Luo Muzi has always felt guilty towards Wen Xiru because of the accident three years ago.

Three years ago, the Wen family went bankrupt, and Wen Xiru was kidnapped and extorted on the way back from a gathering with us.

When the police rescued her, her hands were covered in wounds, trembling.

Since then, she could never pick up a paintbrush again, and Luo Muzi blamed me for everything.

Because Wen Xiru happened to play a big adventure game with me and lost the bet, she returned home early.

Before, I might have felt a little guilty, but now seeing their arrogant faces.

Want me to take the blame? No way!