Jiang Ziyu also thought that the clothes in this store were quite expensive. He stood behind Yan Qingluo and gently tugged at the corner of Yan Qingluo's clothes, "Qingluo, you don't have to buy clothes from this store. I ... "

"I just want to meet their store manager. I don't mean to cause trouble for them." Yan Qingluo turned around and smiled at Jiang Ziyu.

Jiang Ziyu stood there blankly, a glimmer of light appearing in his eyes, which were usually calm and indifferent.

He didn't care who Yan Qingluo caused trouble for, as long as she didn't suffer any loss.

However, he felt that there was no need for him to wear such expensive clothes.

The waitress had no intention of looking for the store manager. She saw that Yan Qingluo and Jiang Ziyu were unfamiliar faces. The customers who always shopped in their store were wealthy and powerful old customers. She didn't believe that these two unfamiliar people with no aristocratic temperament could afford these clothes.

"Not everyone can see our store manager." The waiter obviously didn't want to admit defeat.

"Who's looking for me?" a clear voice came.

Then a gray figure slowly approached. Grandma's gray hair had a slight hint of blue, a pair of light blue eyes in deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, fair skin, and a sense of otherworldly temperament.

"Manager? Why are you here?" The waiter saw the man bow his head respectfully.

Yan Qingluo looked at the store manager intently and said with some dissatisfaction, "I haven't seen you for just a few months, and I can't afford to buy your clothes!"

The man was slightly startled, and the surprise in his bright eyes gradually turned into excitement, "You have always been my VIP!"

Then he turned to the waiter and said, "You are fired!"

The waiter looked at the man in panic, somewhat caught off guard.

"Manager, I ... " She tried to explain, but was interrupted by the security guard and was kicked out.

"Miss, please follow me." The man made a gentleman's gesture of invitation, but it did not seem artificial at all.

When Jiang Ziyu passed by him, he looked at Jiang Ziyu carefully, with some wariness in his eyes.

If he had not studied human facial structure for a long time, he would have mistaken the boy for Qin Feng.

Seeing Jiang Ziyu was about to follow Yan Qingluo into the house, the man tried to stop him, but Yan Qingluo said calmly, "We are one of them."

The man curled his lips and reluctantly let Jiang Ziyu in.

As soon as the door was closed, the man shook Yan Qingluo's shoulders excitedly, "Is it you, Qingluo?"

"It's me." Yan Qingluo's cold voice gave a clear affirmative answer, "I am Yan Qingluo."

"A bit like him, but also a bit different." The man looked at Yan Qingluo's face carefully, grinned and said, "What about this guy?"

"Friend." Yan Qingluo only answered with two words.

"Similar, really similar!" The man stared at Jiang Ziyu's face, looking at him carefully.

"Help us dress up. I left something with the organization." Yan Qingluo's words were concise and to the point.

"He ... " the man said, stretching out his fingers to gesture, "Qin Feng?"

"Um."

" and you ... "

“It’s OK as long as others can’t recognize it.”

" ... This is a bit difficult! It's easy to dress him up like Qin Feng. You look a bit like before!"

"That's why I came to see you."

" ... you only remember me when you have something to do." The man was very unhappy.

"I came here specifically to see you, otherwise I wouldn't have given you the message in advance." Yan Qingluo said lightly.

"You came to see me specifically?" The man's eyes suddenly lit up. "Speaking of that message you sent earlier, I thought it was a scam. I deciphered it dozens of times before I dared to believe that you were still alive."

"You're hoping I'll die?"

"Captain Luo, what are you talking about? I wish you the best more than anyone else."

"Xie Dong, do you want to go back to Country C with me?" Yan Qingluo glanced at him and asked in a gangster tone with his head tilted.

The man grinned wickedly, "So ... you'll support me?"

"Can I give you a job?" Yan Qingluo had a faint smile on his face, as if he was joking but he looked sincere.

"Okay." Just so straightforward.

Jiang Ziyu stood not too far from them, staring at their relaxed conversation, and silently clenched his fists.

"When are we going to organize it?" Xie Dong looked at Yan Qingluo with a smile.

"This afternoon."

"Going this afternoon? Then I have to prepare quickly." Xie Dong's eyes widened. This Captain Luo was still the same as before, always saying whatever he wanted!

"Yes, Bulgari Hotel, room 602. See you at noon." Yan Qingluo glanced at Xie Dong calmly, "Pack your most expensive clothes for me, and send one set of the rest to the hotel. 180, 95, 80, 90."

Jiang Ziyu's body was tense, as if the earth would explode if he moved.

Qing Luo ... how did she know his figure ... to the exact centimeter.

"Okay." Xie Dong agreed with a grin, and secretly glanced at Jiang Ziyu again, this time with a little more vigilance than before.

"Qingluo, there's no need to buy so many clothes for me. I can't wear them." Jiang Ziyu followed behind Yan Qingluo and said cautiously.

"She's a big star after all. It's convenient to change clothes if she has more. You can see it too. It doesn't cost any money anyway."

When Yan Qingluo led Jiang Ziyu out of the store carrying several large bags of clothes, a black Maybach happened to pass by.

Inside the car, Mu Ye was turning his head to look out the window, his eagle-like eyes fixed on Yan Qingluo who was walking and talking with Jiang Ziyu. Before he knew it, his fists were clenched so tightly that they were rattling.

Bulgari Hotel, in front of room 602.

"Mu Ye?" Yan Qingluo was wiping his wet hair with a towel when he opened the door. He saw Mu Ye standing at the door with a face darker than charcoal.

"What? Are you surprised?" Mu Ye's mouth flashed with sarcasm, and he glanced at Yan Qingluo from head to toe, his tone revealing extreme dissatisfaction, "Showering in the middle of the day?"

"Oh, um, how did you know I live here?" Yan Qingluo stopped drying his hair, his delicate little face looked somewhat charming against the backdrop of messy wet hair.

"You don't want to invite me in? Is it inconvenient?" As he said that, Mu Ye looked into the room meaningfully.

"Well, I have to go out in a while. Something happened."

As Yan Qingluo was speaking, Xie Dong's voice came from behind him, "Captain Luo, the mask is ready."

Mu Ye heard the man's voice and looked into the room, just in time to see a mixed-race man walking towards Yan Qingluo with a smile on his face and something in his hand.

The man was slightly startled when he saw him, as if he had not expected someone to be at the door.

Yan Qingluo took a step forward, walked out of the room, and closed the door behind him.

She raised her head, and her pure girlish face met Mu Ye's gloomy face. Her red lips moved slightly, "Mu Ye, I'm sorry, I have something urgent to do this afternoon, so I won't invite you in. I will definitely treat you well another day."

Mu Ye gritted his teeth and stared straight at Yan Qingluo.

After a moment, a low sound came from the depths of his throat, "Hmph."

Yan Qingluo couldn't help but shiver. Why did the temperature suddenly become so low?

"Sorry to bother you, Miss Yan." Mu Ye turned around and left without looking back.

Yan Qingluo looked at his resolute and aloof back, feeling vaguely uncomfortable in his heart, but he couldn't tell why.

She watched Mu Ye disappear around the corner of the corridor before returning to her room.