Wen Suihan frowned, "Zhu Shuanghua? What's she doing there?"
Zhang Qian chuckled, leaning back into the sofa behind him, "I don't know what she's doing, but the people she met are quite interesting."
"Who did she meet?"
Wen Suihan poured himself a drink.
Zhang Qian said, "I bribed a waiter to sneak a peek, and that guy's pretty quick; he brought me some surprising delight."
Saying this, he took his phone out from the inner pocket of his suit, opened the photo album function, pulled up a picture, and then pushed the phone over to Wen Suihan.
Zhang Qian said, "The waiter secretly took this photo and gave it to me, take a look."
Wen Suihan brought Zhang Qian's phone to his eyes and zoomed in on the picture.
It was obvious that the angle of the photo was a candid shot.
The upper left corner seemed to be blocked by the waiter's outfit, a small gray patch.
However, besides that gray angle covering a few people's faces, the most important figures were all in the frame.
