What in the—?
A swarm of question marks popped into the tracker's mind. He pulled out his phone, sent a WeChat message, and then walked in casually, as if simply browsing. He spent fifteen yuan for an entry card and pushed open the dressing room door.
A blast of hot, humid steam hit him in the face.
Among several rows of lockers, naked men were walking around, changing clothes, but Huai Shi was nowhere to be seen. All he managed to catch was the rubber curtain leading to the bathing area fluttering slightly—someone had already gone through.
Suppressing his confusion and anxiety, he feigned nonchalance as he opened a locker, stripped off his clothes, and headed toward the bathing area.
When he pulled back the rubber curtain, he saw a teenage boy with a dull expression, fully clothed from head to toe.
He stood there, dumbfounded.
What the heck?
"Why are you following me?" Huai Shi asked directly.
"...What did you say?"
