Half an hour later, Wang Dahai arrived at Zhang Yue's place.
They'd bought some groceries at the nearby market, and as Zhang Yue opened the door, she said, "Wang, come on in."
Entering the room, Zhang Yue headed to the kitchen, "Wang, have a seat; I'll go cook."
"Mhm, I'll use the restroom."
Wang Dahai went into the bathroom, locked the door behind him, and immediately took out the surveillance memory card.
A few minutes later, he emerged.
After lunch, the two were sitting on the couch.
Zhang Yue intentionally leaned into him, rubbing against his chest, "Wang, I've recently learned how to massage, want me to give you one?"
Wang Dahai appeared uneasy, "Better not, in case your boyfriend comes back and sees us."
Zhang Yue pouted, "Wang, you were all handsy in the stairwell, why so proper now?"
"Cough cough," Wang Dahai said, "I'm just worried."
"In case your boyfriend comes back..."
