After hearing Ren Xingyan's words, Zhu Shan saw that not far away, there was a tripod next to the potted plant with a small camera on it.

"Isn't this ready?" A man stood up from the sofa, twisted his hands casually, and murmured, "Which direction is it facing?"

He looked at Ren Xingyan, "On the floor? On the sofa?"

With that kind of tone, he didn't even realize that he was doing something disgusting and dirty, and it was so natural.

Zhu Shan felt ...