"Lilian, I took some photos secretly. Take a look." Sloane handed the phone over. She was very curious and hoped to get an answer.
Lilian, the middle-aged woman, glanced at the phone and said indifferently, "He is no one. Ignore him. Pack up, and we'll go soon."
"Lilian, where are we going?"
"Back."
Ten minutes later, the two left the teahouse and disappeared into the street in their ordinary car.
Three minutes after they left, Claud rushed over.
Claud looked up and saw that he had arrived at Willow Teahouse.
Then he came to the counter and asked, "Hello, was a woman in black here just now?"
"Yes."
"Where is she? Can you call her? I am her friend. I have something to talk to her about."
"She left," the receptionist said.
"She left? When?"
"Three minutes ago."
Claud rushed out
