"Backyard, Room 2."
Having said that, Zhao Lu got up and left the massage room.
She needed to adjust the angle of the hidden camera before Song Xue and Wu Gang got down to business.
Meanwhile, Song Xue didn't think much of it. Once she was neatly dressed, she headed straight to the backyard.
For some reason, when she saw the flamboyantly dressed masseuses in the backyard, she felt an inexplicable disgust and quickened her pace towards Room 2.
"Could Zhao Lu be playing a joke on me?"
After waiting for a while and seeing no sign of Song Xue, Wu Gang couldn't help but complain.
Just as he was about to find Zhao Lu and ask her, suddenly, the crisp sound of high heels echoed.
Following that, the door to the room was pushed open, and a graceful woman walked in.
Wu Gang recognized her instantly—she was the Song Xue he had seen in the photographs.
But at this moment, Song Xue in a long gown looked even more sensual and enticing than she did in her photos.
