"Should I say it or not? It's a little embarrassing to wear this."
Previously, the house that Zhao Fanggang bought had its curtains drawn tightly, and the room was airtight. It stood before the mirror in the living room.
Qin Yu looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a pure white handmade suit, a blue shirt, white leather shoes, and gloves. He pushed the monocle on the bridge of his nose and stretched out his hair to press down the top hat on his head. He smiled and whispered.
He took off his hat and placed it in front of him. Qin Yu walked toward the door. The moment his finger touched the lock, the information from the dark corridor behind the door was captured in his mind.
He left in a flash.
It was already past six in the evening and the sky was gradually turning dark. An ordinary car quietly drove out of this old residential area.
