Shattered by Fate, Restored by Truth-Chapter 955: Giving You One More Chance to Tell the Truth

Nangong Qiang swallowed his anger, not daring to shout, but inside he was roaring.

You haven’t heard of Brother Qiang’s power in the industry!

Not professional?

When it comes to professional skills, I dare to call myself the second dog of the paparazzi world; no one dares claim to be first!

Didn’t bring a camera because I was afraid of running into Fu Shihan again?

That camera is worth tens of thousands, imagine how much it would hurt if it got smashed!

"Alright, let him go." Su Wanxin felt a headache just seeing him, waving her hand and saying to Lin Rui, "Don’t let him spread any news."

"Okay, I got it!"

After Lin Rui finished speaking, he dragged the person out.

Nangong Qiang didn’t expect to be so unlucky today, not capturing anything, instead getting beaten and frightened.

Released by Lin Rui’s group, beaten so badly that every inch of his body ached.

Walking toward the distant parking lot, he checked the almanac on his phone, and upon finding it said "not suitable for going out," he couldn’t help but curse.

He knew it! One should check the almanac before going out for work!

Admitting his bad luck, Nangong Qiang drove home, sat in his study looking at the photo of Su Wanxin and Fu Shihan, unable to swallow his anger.

If he were to release that photo right now, what would happen?

Nangong Qiang quickly pondered over it, then dismissed the thought.

They already knew his name, and his reputation in the industry is prominent; if they wanted to find him, it would be easy for them.

Nothing was captured today, and he got beaten up badly; if he really broke the news, he might end up in a worse condition!

Nangong Qiang sighed, went into the kitchen to open a can of beer, and drank to drown his sorrows.

Just as he was about to return to his room to sleep off his irritable mood, his phone suddenly rang.

He glanced down and instinctively knew this call was unusual because the phone number was exceptionally impressive.

Nangong Qiang nervously gulped as he answered the call.

A man’s deep, cool voice came through the receiver, somewhat familiar, "Nangong Qiang?"

"Ah, yes, it’s me!" He nodded repeatedly, "Who might you be?"

"Fu Shihan."

"..."

Holy shit, holy shit, came knocking so soon?!

Nangong Qiang couldn’t help but feel nervous, not understanding Fu Shihan’s purpose in contacting him.

To make him delete the photos from last time?

That’s too cruel, isn’t it?

Fu Shihan listened to the silence on the other side, sarcastically asked, "Didn’t I tell you to wait for my news, why so impatient? Got beaten up? Serves you right."

"..."

Nangong Qiang took a deep breath, found this comment infuriating but dared not say anything.

"What did you capture today?" Fu Shihan pressed further.

"Didn’t capture anything." Nangong Qiang rubbed his neck. "Didn’t bring the camera, just went to the stakeout, got caught by your bodyguards."

"Why suddenly decide to follow us again?"

Nangong Qiang hesitated a bit and replied, "Well, well, last time President Fu said you’d contact me later, but I haven’t heard anything."

"Then why not stake out the Fu Family? Why go to Hua Zheng?"

Fu Shihan chuckled softly, chilling Nangong Qiang’s spine.

"I’ll give you one more chance, tell the truth."

Suddenly, Nangong Qiang felt the room chilly.

Clenching his teeth audibly, he paused for a while before finally deciding to reply, "I got another photo of you both, one from ten years ago."