At this moment, in the room next door, a passionate drama was unfolding.
A reporter was quietly crouched in the wardrobe, her cute bun had been frantically tousled into a mess. Rubbing her numb feet, her small body was already stiff, the strap of her overalls had slipped off her shoulder, and she didn't care. At this point, she didn't look like she was secretly taking photos, but more like a refugee fleeing a disaster. The chill had seeped into her bones, causing her to sneeze several times.
It had been two hours. This was the first job Lei Lifting Workshop had received since its establishment, secretly photographing a scumbag to provide a client with evidence of infidelity. The slowly losing patience reporter shifted her stiff body slightly. Ten minutes! Just ten more minutes! She gave herself a final ultimatum that she wouldn't wait longer than that.
...Ten minutes crawled by like an hour, the reporter sighed in frustration. Truly an inauspicious start.
