Chapter 62 - 20. President, you don’t want this photo to be circulated either, right?
"Click!"
With Spencer’s fingers lightly touching the screen, the shutter sound echoed, and the phone captured the murky scene inside the equipment room.
Her black hair, tousled from the deep embrace just moments before, was a mess.
Her clothes were disheveled, and she seemed to be suffering from a severe headache as she crouched on the ground, holding her head.
In front of her, Yan Huan’s face was partially obscured as he held his head with one hand.
Between the tousled hair, due to the severe headache he just had, his eyes looked somewhat confused.
This scene held an indefinable hint of ambiguity.
Still suffering from a headache, Yan Huan looked at the blonde girl in front of him, and memories of their meeting over the weekend quickly flooded in.
He suddenly recalled that keychain that seemed to be drawn by supernatural forces, and then, today, Sakuragi Hitomi and he were attacked again...
This person must definitely be the Host of the modifier!
"Hey!"