On the morning of the sixth day, Xia Yuqing stood on the balcony of a tall building, crouched low, her camera aimed at the glass windows of a luxury hotel suite across the street. Her sharp eyes followed the popular actor she had been tailing for days.
He was supposed to be in love with his girlfriend, the image of a devoted man to the public. But here he was, sneaking in and out with different women. Her job was clear—catch him in the act and expose his lies.
She zoomed in, adjusted the focus, and clicked. Several shots were taken by her. Just as she moved to take a few more, her phone buzzed in her pocket. At first, she ignored it. She was almost done with her job. But the buzzing didn't stop. It grew more persistent, more annoying.
With a sigh, she pulled the phone out. The number was unfamiliar. Her eyebrows pulled together in a small frown, but she answered the call anyway.
"Hello?"
