Zhong Yi touched the leather envelope, feeling something hard inside.
It felt like photographs.
He opened it directly, and several photos slipped out. There were side profiles entering the hotel and images of leaving in the morning.
Wind Jasmine Hotel, a man and a woman.
"Wan Jiang."
"Yes, Young Master Zhong?"
"Take a look at these photos and tell me if the man and woman are Lu Yingxue and Zhong Lingxiao."
Upon hearing this, Wan Jiang bent over, picked up the photos, and inspected the people inside carefully. After a while, he nodded and said, "It is indeed the eldest young master and Miss Lu."
A hint of disgust flashed in Zhong Yi's eyes, but his lips curled into a mocking smile: "What do you think they were doing at the hotel? They just left in the morning."
A lone man and a lonely woman.
Stayed at the hotel all night.
Wan Jiang was shocked and dared not speak.
