Muttering to himself, he turned and went straight toward the floor-to-ceiling landscape painting.
'I thought I saw that secretary come out of here earlier.'
'That means there's probably a secret room in here.'
Sure enough, when he reached the painting and gave it a push, the entire thing swung open.
He stepped inside to find a bedroom with an en-suite bathroom. It wasn't small, either—at least twenty square meters.
Lu Zhisen hadn't had a chance to return since he'd arrived.
As a result, the room was a complete mess.
On the wrinkled bed lay a pair of used stockings and some red panties. Worse, several used condoms were scattered across the floor.
Seeing this, Fang Chenyi, who had originally planned on collecting the items inside, frowned in disgust. He couldn't bring himself to pick up that stuff, not even if the "recycling" value was high. He just couldn't do it.
He shook his head helplessly, turned, and left the room.
