Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

The second floor is the essence of the entire studio, and it's what Jiang Yunhai is most proud of.

As you ascend the wooden stairs, a magnificent fairytale world unfolds before your eyes.

The huge canopy of the tree divides the second floor into eight or nine irregular spaces, each independent yet interconnected.

For example, in this space, you might stroll through a sea of ​​poppies, and the next step across the branches could lead you into another space, where there is no sea of ​​flowers, but a plum grove. And after leaving the plum grove, you'll find yourself in another ethereal hot spring landscape...

In short, every place is breathtaking and beautiful.

"These sets are so beautiful!" Song Lingge exclaimed sincerely.

Jiang Yunhai's face was full of pride as he added, "These environments will change according to the weather and seasons. Right now it's a sea of ​​poppies, but in a while it might be a sea of ​​lavender or tulips. The plum grove will also turn into a peach blossom grove or a pear blossom grove..."

"It sounds really good, I'd love to come and take pictures." Song Lingge wasn't just flattering her, it was a genuine feeling.

Although it's just a set, you can tell that Jiang Yunhai really put a lot of thought into it, making people want to take pictures.

If your photography skills are good, that's a bonus.

"Hearing you say that, is there a chance for us to collaborate in the future? It would be an honor for me to work with a celebrity like you," Jiang Yunhai said with a smile.

"Don't say that, or I'll really feel ashamed. Speaking of which, Senior Jiang, you're the one who's amazing for running such a big studio at such a young age." Song Lingge racked her brains to come up with some compliments.

Jiang Yunhai remained noncommittal, accepting all of Song Lingge's praise.

"Are you still investigating that matter?" Jiang Yunhai didn't specify what it was, but glanced in the direction where Qiao Nansheng was.

Song Lingge felt that what he was doing was a bit unnecessary. Qiao Nansheng was so close that he could hear their conversation, yet Jiang Yunhai still asked such a question, which seemed a bit provocative.

“I roughly know who took the photos. Nan Sheng and I investigated before, but we didn’t have any concrete evidence.”

Jiang Yunhai's eyes darkened slightly. He understood what Song Lingge meant: there were no secrets between her and Qiao Nansheng.

Although Song Lingge didn't have much experience in love, as the saying goes, even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run. She had lived for so long in her previous life that she had seen plenty. Misunderstandings often arise in love between men and women, and many of these misunderstandings are unnecessary; a few words of explanation can easily resolve them.

People's hearts are hidden behind their skin; there are two layers of skin between two people. If you insist that others see through everything about you, to be honest, it's quite terrifying if they really do.

"Have you found this person?" Jiang Yunhai composed himself, took out a photo, and asked Song Lingge seriously.

Song Lingge took the photo. The light in the photo was dim, and it was taken from a considerable distance, so it was clear that it was taken secretly.

The man in the photo is young, wearing a baseball cap. His face is not clearly visible, but you can roughly guess that he is about the same age as Song Lingge and the others.

Song Lingge thought carefully, but she seemed to have no impression of this person in either her past life or this life.

She then handed the photo to Qiao Nansheng, who shook his head.

He looked like the typical young man you see on campus, very ordinary, I don't really remember him.

"His name is Meng Zhongkui. He's a sophomore in the Physical Education Department of our school, but he should be a junior now," Jiang Yunhai said.

Although he tried to explain in as much detail as possible, Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng were both very low-key and reserved people at school, and did not have many friends. They really did not know this person.

Jiang Yunhai continued, "After making inquiries from various sources, I learned that the photo should have been taken by this person. Do you really have no recollection of him at all?"

Song Lingge shook her head: "I don't know him, I have no recollection of him at all. How did you find out about him?"

"Not long after the photo, something happened at the skating rink, you know? It was after that that you came to see me."

The roller skating rink? Song Lingge remembered, that's where Li Meimei discovered she was pregnant and miscarried.

A thought flashed through her mind: "This person... I think I remember him."

That day at the skating rink, she kept remembering a mysterious person. She hadn't made contact with him at the time, but now the more she looked at him, the more she felt that it was him.

It was because of this person that she went to the photography enthusiasts' association and met Jiang Yunhai.

"Are there any other clues?" Song Lingge asked.

"After finding out that he was related to this person, I looked into his personal information. All I knew was that he was from Yuning County. In fact, he and many of your old acquaintances are from the same place."

These are old acquaintances, and we know who they are without even saying a word.

Back then, everyone in the school knew about the entanglement between Song Lingge, Fang Guanghua, and Zhou Songmei.

This Meng Zhongkui seems to be part of Zhou Songmei's group.

Song Lingge had this feeling because at the roller skating rink, Meng Zhongkui clearly didn't want others to recognize him and secretly took pictures of Fang Guanghua and Li Meimei. In that light, he seemed more like Zhou Songmei's man.

And then there was the initial nude photo incident. Regardless of whether Zhou Songmei's purpose was to drag Song Lingge down with her, those nude photos completely exposed Fang Guanghua's sinful and ugly face. If Fang Guanghua directed and acted in this play himself, then Song Lingge should truly admire his audacity.

Zhou Songmei, Meng Zhongkui, and Song Lingge found it increasingly interesting.

"Do you have any evidence for what you've found?" Song Lingge asked.

Jiang Yunhai shook his head. The reason he investigated these matters was simply to help Song Lingge.

He made inquiries from various sources and eventually learned about Meng Zhongkui through a friend who worked at a photo printing shop. However, the shop owner didn't want to cause trouble, so he told him repeatedly that he wouldn't admit it if asked again later.

Jiang Yunhai didn't want to leave Song Lingge with unrealistic hopes.

However, he didn't expect Song Lingge to be so open-minded: "It's okay, so much time has passed since then, there's no point in dwelling on it. But thank you anyway, Senior Jiang."

"Don't just say thank you verbally," Jiang Yunhai said half-jokingly.

Song Lingge smiled knowingly: "I know, if I want to take a picture, I will definitely only ask Senior Jiang."

It's so refreshing to talk to smart people.

Having finished discussing business, Song Lingge and Qiao Nansheng did not linger and quickly bid farewell to Jiang Yunhai.

Qiao Nansheng remained silent throughout, and Song Lingge could sense that he was in low spirits.

Back in the car, Song Lingge finally spoke: "Are you tired?"

Qiao Nansheng looked at her: "Why do you ask that?"

"You seem unhappy; you haven't said anything."

Qiao Nansheng couldn't hide the smile on his lips. Song Lingge actually knew how to read his expression.

This is a pleasant phenomenon.