Qinglong Mall wasn't exactly bustling, and Li Ming had no idea why Yang Yu had chosen this spot.
"Hey..."
At the intersection, Li Ming bumped into Yang Yu, who seemed startled, shrank back, and eyed him suspiciously before hesitating, "Li Ming?"
The mimicry faded from Li Ming's face, revealing his true self. Yang Yu's face lit up with joy, then she suppressed it and pursed her lips, "It must be nice to be a big star, always having to wear a Mimic Mask."
"It's mainly to avoid being assassinated," Li Ming said casually.
Yang Yu tensed up. Li Ming changed the subject and chatted for a while longer before Yang Yu excitedly led him into a shop in the corner of the mall.
"Don't mind the looks of this place, but the taste is really good. Ji Ya brought me here last time, and I discovered it." Yang Yu introduced enthusiastically, calling out to the owner, "Two bowls of Kui meat noodles, please."
"Right away," the owner responded from the kitchen.
