"What the hell, I've never seen this before!"
I argued.
"You don't know? Ha! It's a spy camera, installed in the changing room, pointing right at my spot. Only women are here, except for you, a man. Who else could it be!"
Zhang Huan grabbed the camera, waved it in front of my face, even more furious and disgusted, "You pervert! I knew you were no good! Always peeping at me!"
The other women around gazed on with even more mockery.
"Changing room?"
I was taken aback.
"Yes, that room over there, where we women usually change clothes. Don't pretend you don't know, what's the act for! There's only you, a man here. This never happened before, only after you came..."
Zhang Huan sneered coldly.
She was dressed in a black suit with a pencil skirt, her hair black as a waterfall reaching her waist, and her beautiful face flushed red with anger.
