"You’re carrying a bag full of strange items, dressed so oddly, and then you don’t even show your ID—how do we know you’re not fugitives?"
"You’re the fugitive!" Mo Siyu snapped, turning to look at Yu Zexiao, "Hey, I’m talking to you, take off your mask and glasses, and let these blind-as-bats people see who you really are! How dare they accuse little me of being a fugitive!"
Yu Zexiao, who was always quick-tempered, now stood facing the wall as if he had done something wrong, not saying a word.
The security guards beside them chuckled with arms crossed, "Give it up, we can tell what kind of people you are at a glance! We’ll be sending you two to the police station shortly, discuss any problems with the officers there!"
"Hey! Xingxing, hurry up!" Mo Siyu was extremely agitated by these jerks. Especially since Yu Zexiao hadn’t said a word since he arrived, not even letting out a fart, which was incredibly depressing!
To everyone’s surprise, Yu Zexiao mumbled, "Don’t want to."
"Yu Xingxing!" Mo Siyu was on the verge of a breakdown. Normally, he could keep his cool because he had never encountered such idiotic situations himself. But when this guy could solve all the problems just by showing up and he refused to do so!
It’s so normal for a celebrity to shop wearing a mask and glasses!
Even if it got out, it would just show the shopping center lacked insight, mistaking an international superstar for a thief!
But Yu Zexiao shook his head, "I don’t want to. If she finds out, I..."
His little prideful ego was plaguing him, clenching his fists. If Jian Anning found out he had sneaked out in disguise to the mall, and then got caught by security guards as a thief... whichever point it was, if Jian Anning knew, he’d rather die!
Speaking of the little assistant, Mo Siyu’s eyes lit up. Without a second thought, he snatched Yu Zexiao’s phone from his pocket and dialed Jian Anning’s number.
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So, when Jian Anning and Situ Xuan arrived, this was the scene they walked into.
The door had barely opened and before Jian Anning could understand what was happening, she saw a huge figure shouting "Ao!" as it lunged at her; it was Mo Siyu. For the first time, he thought of Jian Anning as a lifesaver, a Bodhisattva who rescues people from distress, as he cried, tears and snot mixing, shouting, "Hallelujah! Little assistant, I knew you would come!"
Jian Anning quietly brushed aside the figure that had flung itself at her. She massaged her temple with some headache and asked, "Where is he?"
"You mean Xingxing? He’s inside!"
Jian Anning didn’t bother being polite with Situ Xuan and, without a word, pushed past him and walked in.
The security room had an outer office area and an inner holding cell.
As Jian Anning walked in, the security team captain and a few of his subordinates approached, "Are you the one picking up these two?"
"Yes." Jian Anning stepped forward, taking out her business card holder, "I’m a staff member of Starlight Entertainment. These are our company’s artists."
"Artists?" The security guards looked at each other in disbelief, "Are you sure they’re not thieves?"
"Damn, do I look that handsome and dashing like a thief?" Mo Siyu immediately flared up, and with his temper, he could have started throwing punches!