After Uncle Yang excused himself to leave, they finally managed to lure out the "tail" hiding in the shadows.
Song Yan held the listening device in his hand, fiddling with it for a while, before approaching when the time was right, and tossed it in front of them.
Her lips curled into a cold smile, "You didn't want my autograph; you said you wanted something else from me. Take a look, is this what you wanted?"
The two men knelt in the snow, their bodies completely covered with snow, looking utterly disheveled.
Seeing the black listening device thrown before them by her hand, neither of them dared to make a sound.
Because they stood no chance in a two against one situation.
The man who suddenly appeared was far more skilled than they were, he could even be said to be professional. When they clashed with him, they were simply no match.
