The photos were blurry, taken at night when the surrounding lights were dim. If she weren't familiar with Xie Qingci's silhouette, she almost wouldn't have recognized him.
In the first photo, he was wearing a mask and hat, coming out from behind the glass doors of a club, with a woman in a purple dress following him. Both of them had their heads down with no eye contact, looking like they had accidentally bumped into each other.
In the second photo, Xie Qingci was standing by the car with his head down as the woman turned her head to talk to him.
In the third photo, the woman grabbed Xie Qingci's hand.
She wasn't initially angry because she believed Xie Qingci had no such intentions, but upon seeing the arms touching in the third photo, her face still turned cold.
"Which paparazzi took these? Pay to intercept them first."
He Ci: "I asked. They drove a hard bargain—three million for the three photos."
