Dozens of chat logs and Weibo screenshots, all about Yao Kexin's "black material".,Gu Jingyan's figure stiffened, his brows furrowed. "What illness do you have Qiao Ruoxing, even if you lie, try to make it more believable!",He lowered his head to glance at the base of his right thumb, where a faint touch of red lipstick lingered, like an ambiguous mark.。