Zi Mo shook his head at the bodyguard.

" Zi Mo," Lan Xiaoxiao called out happily.

Zi Mo looked at Lan Xiaoxiao curiously with confusion in his eyes.

This was the first time he looked at her so seriously.

He gestured with his hand a few times. "Who are you? Why do you give me clothes?"

But Lan Xiaoxiao couldn't understand the sign language, so she eagerly handed the bag to Zi Mo.

"I made it myself. It must be ...