Chen Yuanhong, having received the picture, immediately opened it.
Instantly, his complexion turned ashen, and he slapped his hand onto the desk, cursing, "This good-for-nothing!"
The person he was cursing was naturally Wei Dong.
Because he had recognized that the background of the picture was the private room in the backyard of the Yunding Massage Parlor.
Previously, Wei Dong had assured him with hand on heart that nothing would go wrong, but to be safe, he had changed his name, asking Wei Dong to call him "Brother Wang". But what was the result? He had been secretly photographed!
What was even more infuriating was that up until now, Wei Dong hadn't even called to give him a heads-up. If that wasn't being useless, what was?
The more he thought about it, the more Chen Yuanhong felt like crushing Wei Dong.
He didn't rush to reply to the message, since the other party had sent the picture, they definitely had an agenda, and so wouldn't be in a hurry either.
