"How sleazy, what do you take me for, a paparazzi?"
Upon hearing the content of his sacred and great mission, Wang Xing was instantly bewildered and expressed that he was an ambitious young man in Jiangcheng City, resolutely refusing to do anything so sleazy.
That's right. Although he could know Xu Feng's movements through narration, after all, they knew each other, and some things he could only observe from a distance, he couldn't get too close to make a move.
But Wang Xing was different, no one knew him, and snapping a few pictures while trailing behind was a piece of cake.
Xu Feng rarely frequented those so-called clubs; he preferred so-called decent housewives, clean and hygienic.
And even if he did visit such clubs, they were very discreet, some even required in-home service. Without an inside person, even the police found it quite troublesome.
