Xu Ke raised an eyebrow. "Photos?"
"Correct." The man lifted the camera in his hands.
"Let me see," Xu Ke said.
The man immediately displayed the photo and moved closer. Xu Ke fixed his gaze on it. The first was a photo of him opening the door to let Qian Hong in. The next showed Qian Hong leaving the room, her expression frightened and dazed, her hair a mess.
"What's the meaning of this?" Xu Ke asked coolly.
It turned out this reporter had been lying in wait in the corridor the whole time, and I just hadn't noticed.
"Isn't it obvious?" the man sneered. "The Wang Family's son-in-law doesn't want to move out of his rental apartment, apparently because the flowers at home aren't as fragrant as the wild ones. It's much safer to have an affair in a place like this."
He continued, "Wong Qifu is so pitiful, being compared to a fifty-year-old landlady. How embarrassing do you think it would be for Wong Qifu if these photos got out?"
