"Bang."

Smith's words fell, and the next moment, Soro threw down a bunch of photos.

"Good guy? Do you think I'm blind?"

Soro asked loudly and pointed at the photo.

There are clear screenshots of chat records, photos and other various evidences on it.

"Smith, I really didn't expect you to be like this."

He looked at Smith with a little disappointment. Soro really didn't expect this to happen.

"Hey, you've read it wrong, this is not me."

After reading it several times, Smith was sure that there was no self inside and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Smith smiled proudly as he looked at the agent who was already sweating coldly.

"idiot."

Unexpectedly, Soro threw out a video directly, looking at the two of them as if they were watching an idiot.

Smith was puzzled, opened it and looked at it, completely stunned.

The video is nothing else, they discussed how to deal with Sumu in the lounge before.

"Damn, there is surveillance here!"

For a moment, Smith was stunned, stunned, and murmured.

Then I thought of Soro coming in before, talking to strangers, and disconnecting the surveillance.

Smith was stunned.

The surveillance was actually installed in this broken lounge!

And by chance, they were on camera.

"Bang."

Suddenly, Smith collapsed and sat aside, the pride in his eyes disappeared, and instead was panic.

This is a national concert.

In this case, do this.

Once reported, he, Smith, was almost done.

"Hmph, now I know there's something wrong?"

With a cold shout, Solo looked at the two of them and felt that his IQ had grown to the dog.

If he hadn't asked the leader for instructions, the leader would have suppressed the matter.

He wouldn't have come so hard.

Smith and his agent sat down, and Mu nodded blankly.

"But, you two remember that this time, you did nothing."

I looked at Smith with disgust. If it weren't for the purpose of maintaining the image of the American music scene this time.

He wouldn't do this.

If netizens around the world know the truth.

If you know such a grand concert, someone can do fake it.

Then what credibility does his American concert have?

"ah………"

Shocked by Soro's words, Smith raised his head in surprise and looked at Soro.

"If it weren't for the reputation of the concert this time, you would have finished."

Pointing to Smith, Soro's meaning was also very clear.

For a moment, Smith and his agent both smiled happily.

This is simply a desperate situation, it's so cool.

"Don't let me see you again next time."

He looked at Smith with disgust for the last glance, and Soro turned around and left.

He needs to delay this time.

I came here to avoid the useless work of these two people doing.

If someone here can't hold on and explode, it will be a big trouble.

Solo had just left, and not long after he left, he met Su Mu and walked towards him.

"Hmm? Have you gone to Smith?"

With just one look, Su Mu saw the other party’s lounge.

At this time, when going to Smith's lounge, Sumu had to think too much.
Chapter completed!