Wen Tang's eyes still sparkled with laughter.
The sasaeng fan coughed twice and continued, "I almost forgot, there are some photos that can't be transferred to you, as they might leak out online. I've left the photos at a coffee shop counter, and I'll send you the address later."
Some inconvenient photos?
Wen Tang took her cellphone away from her ear to have a look.
Musing, they must be more explosive than the photos on the iPad.
Anyway, for her, the more explicit, the better.
"Okay," Wen Tang ended the call.
She glanced at the time and turned to go to the cloakroom.
She took a black trench coat and left Junyue Lanshan.
Little did she know, a pair of eyes upstairs were watching her.
Until the taillights of her car became smaller and disappeared from view.
"Hello, an old friend has left something here for me to pick up, under the last name 'Li,'" Wen Tang stood at the counter of the coffee shop.
The worker was a young girl with a particularly sweet smile.
