A video call request popped up in the lower-right corner of Lu Yang's screen. He pressed accept, and Hei Bai's face instantly appeared.
"Uh, Boss, take a look." Hei Bai aimed his phone camera at the entrance.
Lu Yang could tell that Hei Bai was hiding across from the house where Xue Yiming lived. It was a villa district in the outskirts of Rome, one Lu Yang had specifically bought for Xue Yiming. It both displayed the former glory of Xue Yiming's family and exposed its current decline.
At the doorway, Xue Yiming walked out with a grin. Behind him followed a woman wearing nothing but a spaghetti-strap nightgown. Even in the winter chill of eight degrees above zero, she ignored the cold, clutching Xue Yiming's arm with a tearful expression.
"Darling, you can't leave me. You love me, don't you? We're not over yet. We still have a future," Angelina "pleaded."
As he walked, Xue Yiming shook off the woman's arm. He laughed heartily as he looked at Lessef and two other men who had come to visit. "Welcome."
Lessef and the two men looked at Xue Yiming and the woman in surprise. Lessef asked, "What is this? What happened?"
Xue Yiming sneered at the woman as she pounced on him again and said disdainfully, "Take your arm away. Can't you see I'm talking to people? Stand to the side!"
Angelina did not dare speak. She hurriedly stood beside him, lowered her head, and stared at the ground uneasily. Her hands unconsciously rested in front of her, while on the chest of her spaghetti-strap nightgown was a black eye painted in oil paint.
Lessef understood at once. Laughing loudly, he threw an arm around Xue Yiming's shoulders and gave him a thumbs-up. "Well done. I admire you so much."