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Chapter 984 The God of Wealth and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Contestants (149)

The God of Wealth and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Contestants (One Hundred and Forty-Nine)

"...Why are you so careless?"

"It's all spread out there now...you two..."

"I opened my eyes at five o'clock today...you know..."

Why does this sound like Manager He’s voice?

Song Ning opened his eyes in a daze. He still felt confused, but his mind was a little clearer.

"woke up?"

The bed was a little lower, and Song Ning's eyes darkened. Lance was sitting next to him with a cell phone in his hand.

"We were planning to make this public once we won the championship. Everyone should have known about this before. I'd like to trouble Brother He to do some emergency public relations."

public?

PR?

Song Ning accurately captured these two words, and his eyelids, which had been stuck together just now, immediately opened.

"W-what's going on?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his voice had become mostly hoarse, and his previous clear boyish voice turned into a hoarse bubbling sound.

Because Lance's phone was too close, he heard Manager He clearly: "...You are still together?"

He doesn't want to care anymore!

Lance kissed Song Ning on the forehead, "Go wash up. Someone at the hotel discovered that we shared a room last night and posted it online. I'm dealing with the minor issue."

Song Ning's pupils trembled.

Manager He said sarcastically: "You call this a small problem?"

Lance sat up straighter, resting his free hand on his knee, and said calmly, "Compared to what happened to me before, this isn't a big deal, is it?"

This sentence silenced the two people, not to mention Manager He, who was sitting next to Song Ning, who didn't know what to say.

After a long while, Manager He pounded his temples twice and said, "Okay, I'll take care of it. You guys go do your work."

"But let me make this clear first. Don't bring up any more news today, or I'd rather quit my job."

After Lance hung up the phone, Song Ning rushed over and leaned on him for support.

"Have we really been exposed? Where's my phone? Why can't I find it?"

Lance supported him while reaching his hand into the gap at the head of the bed.

"It seems like you kicked it off last night when you were feeling unwell."

Song Ning took the phone dazedly, and several images flashed through his mind.

Then he silently covered his hot face and tried to change the subject, "So what should we do now?"

After he asked this question, he came back to his senses, took the phone and sent a message directly to Lawyer Bai.

"I remember that the hotel is supposed to keep the guests' privacy confidential, right? Now that the hotel has disclosed this, isn't this infringing on our rights as guests?"

Lawyer Bai responded very quickly, as if he was staking out a case.

[Yes, in this case we can directly ask the hotel for an apology and compensation. If you need it, there is no problem with conviction. This situation is a very serious violation of your personal privacy. ]

Song Ning didn't think twice, "Then sue him. If he dares to do such a thing, he should learn to bear the consequences."

If it were him, Song Ning might have let the other person go, but since this matter involved Lance, it was completely different.

As he thought about it, his brows furrowed, and the aura he exuded became tough and powerful, and it was obvious that he could vaguely see the attitude of a superior.

Lance didn't disturb him. He waited until Song Ning and Lawyer Bai finished communicating before handing him his phone.

"Now we have one more thing to do, right?"

Song Ning couldn't figure it out for a moment, so he could only blink and look at him.

Lance showed him the edited draft on his account. Song Ning took it and glanced down, shocked. "You, you want to make it public like this?"

The Robot account on the mobile phone screen has already edited an official text message. Is this going to be made public?

Lance looked at him, "If you want."

Song Ning was holding the phone, feeling happy and hesitant. He wanted to ask Lance something but when he looked up, he met Lance's eyes. They were bright, expectant, and affectionate, which were hard to refuse.

In an instant, Song Ning's mind was filled with nothing else and he slapped his thigh.

"Then send it!"

But at least the last bit of his remaining rationality made him think of something.

"Tell Manager He first before sending it."