At 12:25 p.m., Lu Bu'er dressed up as an office worker, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a neatly tailored suit, and carrying a sophisticated briefcase, stood beside the crosswalk watching the traffic light change.
"Don't move, your tie isn't done right." Yuan Qing didn't need to disguise herself; her outfit for the day was just suitable, so all she needed to do was take the kid to the mall and buy him a set of clothes.
One must admit, she looked quite tender while tying his tie.
But her hands were rather rough.
"You're going to strangle me, Sister."
"Shut up, who was that woman just now?"
"Do you have to change the subject so quickly?"
"Speak!"
"She's the deputy of Long Que, and I address her as if she were my daughter."
"Daughter? What do you mean by that?"
Yuan Qing was born in the New World and had not experienced the network era of five hundred years ago, so many of her ideas were quite traditional, and she didn't understand those overused jokes.
