Jam clapped his hands, "Tell me, tell me, is it true!? Did you really go to a hotel with a man?"
"Do you believe it?" Lorraine Hanson slowly loosened his collar. He set down the wine glass, leaned back on the sofa, still unfazed.
Watching this made Jam even more anxious; he also yanked his collar, popping open two buttons on his shirt. Clearly, he was so furious his face turned red.
"Eason, do you want to ruin the success you've achieved now!? Or are you trying to ruin me!?... If it weren't for my close relationship with the CKK Editor-in-Chief, who stopped those photos, if another news agency had dug them up, they'd be on the headlines by now, and neither of us would be able to survive in this industry!"
Jam pounded the table, rolled up his sleeves, roaring, seething with anger.
Lorraine Hanson didn't even frown; he still wore an indifferent expression, his thin lips curving in a slight smile, which made Jam even more unstable.
