Zhang Shenxu's secret residence was a detached Western-style house with a yard. This fellow's salary couldn't even cover the down payment in Huadu after saving for ten years, clearly indicating some black income.
At this moment, the light was on on the second floor. Through the curtains, one could see a gracefully shaped woman walking to the sofa, her figure so exquisitely tempting.
There were also a lot of covertly installed surveillance cameras around the house. This fellow seemed quite cautious normally—the more cautious a person, the surelier they harbor secrets unfit for the light of day.
These surveillance cameras were as good as invisible to Lin Hai, who effortlessly avoided each monitoring spot and strutted into the house.
He quietly opened the door on the first floor; the security door was almost as good as paper to Lin Hai.
The person on the second floor seemed unaware of anyone entering.
