Chapter 1037: The Grudges of the Wealthy Families

There was still one move left, Ye Ranran waited a while, and footsteps sounded once more in the corridor.

Needless to say, it was Number Three.

A few people entered the adjacent room together.

"It's a bit far, can't get a shot," Ye Ranran said, feeling a bit regretful.

"Isn't there a balcony?" For people like them, it's difficult to take covert photos in places with infrared alarms, but places like hotels are the easiest.

After fiddling around for a bit, the footage from the room next door was projected clearly onto the lens, and it was in high-definition nonetheless.

Xia Qing and Song Er, one sitting, the other standing, their postures fairly intimate—ahem—chatting.

Indeed, they were chatting because they were both still clothed; it was just their actions that were somewhat close.

Of course, the dialogue between the two was also clearly heard by everyone present.

"Why did you ask me to come out? Don't you know this is very dangerous?" Song Er asked with a poor tone.