Baoyue Brothel was not a simple place. Seeing this well-hidden peephole, Fan Xian knew what was going on behind the scenes at this brothel. For as much money as they would earn from the prostitution trade, the proprietors would also collect information obtained from the eavesdropping upon the dialogue of officers who visited the place, those who thought they could spend their time privately and freely. If Fan Xian hadn’t been as attentive as he was, few would be privy to the knowledge that someone lurked behind the bathroom.
Sang Wen looked at him strangely, bit her teeth, and then fell to her knees before Fan Xian.
