The next day, Qin Zhi picked up his sister a few blocks away from the Shen Estate.
"Quick. Drive away," Shen Minyao demanded once she settled next to her brother.
Today, she was wearing a black jacket, white shirt, and fitted denim jeans. Her long hair was covered with a brown shoulder-length wig.
"Why are you in a hurry?" Qin Zhi arched a brow towards his sister, the work on his laptop forgotten. He noticed that she was wearing a pair of colored contact lenses today, and her style was a little different from usual. "Is that a wig?"
"Hn. Didn't you tell me to disguise myself? Don't you know how hard it is for me to do this?"
Ah, thankfully, the real Shen Minyao liked to dress up once in a while, and she found a few clothes and wigs in her closet. She had been racking her brains on how to disguise when Qin Zhi only gave her short notice last night.
