Zheng Tan was surprised to see this person at the Night Building. The consumption at the "East Palace" wasn't a small amount; could it be that this person really wasn't short of money?
These days, scammers lived more luxuriously than most white-collar workers who toiled in offices—driving luxury cars, accompanying high-quality ladies, and frequenting high-expense venues. Even Zheng Tan had to acknowledge the disparity.
The man hadn't noticed Zheng Tan's gaze—perhaps, even if he had noticed, in the place below he was already accustomed to attracting a lot of attention.
In fact, from the lighting and angle, it was not easy for the people below to see up into the private rooms. Even if they could, Zheng Tan wasn't concerned; he wasn't afraid of being seen. Right now, compared to the music he didn't enjoy, Zheng Tan was more curious about the scammer's true identity.
