Su Nanzhi turned her head, briefly scanned the other person from head to toe, then shook her head, "We are not compatible."
"..."
The gothic lady was still reeling from that cold yet stunning gaze when she heard the sound of a heart breaking.
Su Nanzhi didn't give her another look, took out a tissue to wipe her face dry, then tossed it into a nearby bin. She then pulled up her face mask, revealing only her smooth forehead and a pair of enchanting eyes. With her short hair grown out a bit and now dressed in black pants and a black shirt, it was impossible to tell her gender as she walked out.
Su Nanzhi had not forgotten her black canvas bag either; Little Taomu was inside, silent like a dead sword, quietly following its owner to retrieve the beloved car.
This time, before entering, Su Nanzhi underwent a body search, though it wasn't a very thorough one. A scanning device was simply swept over her several times.
