Tang Shu, long accustomed to avoiding the gaze of the public, twitched the corner of her mouth and removed the sunglasses from her face, hooking them onto the collar of her shirt.
"Is this better?"
Sitting dozens of kilometers away in Plants & Herbs Hall, Wen Nuan, who was watching through airport security cameras, saw Tang Shu wearing a black mask and immediately pressed her forehead.
"..."
Sorry, but the health bar is empty.
With such obscurity, are you sure you can get the word out about your presence at the airport?
Your die-hard fans might not even recognize you.
However, she was mistaken. No sooner had this thought crossed her mind than Tang Shu had already arrived at the security check, smoothly handing over her documents to the ground staff while also taking off the mask on her face.
Much to Wen Nuan's surprise, a series of gasps rose from the queueing area.
"Holy shit, is that Tang Shu? Right? Right?!"
"Take a look, am I hallucinating?"
