If he was pretending to be a journalist or treating Qian Meng like an animal in the wild was unknown.
He was ducked down, his finger on the shutter, taking in every second of the interaction. He had taken good money for this job and he was expected to send pictures every twelve hours. After following her from the gated community, he had been unabashedly doing his job.
At first, he thought it was some woman who was cheating on her husband, but then she realized that all the woman did was work. The interaction with the older man looked innocent and professional as well.
Apart from that little tuck of her hair behind her ear.
He looked over the picture and smiled.
This was good content.
Inside the restaurant, Qian Meng sat silently, waiting for Li Wenyue to order. She crossed one leg over the other and appraised his expression.
