Qin Zhao and Qin Rong, hearing this, suddenly understood—it was all about profit.

At the same time, they felt disgusted.

Close family and an ex conspiring against such a hardworking, honest girl—it was truly collusion.

No, to be precise, it was the gambler who had calculated everything, and Sun’s mom and uncle were just foolish enough to believe Lang Zhe, letting themselves be used as tools.

With intelligence like that, no wonder they couldn’t manage Sun Man’s studio well; it seemed their minds were entirely filled with money.

Ji Fei’s thoughts quickly confirmed their assumptions.

**[It’s truly sickening to see …