Ten minutes later, three shady-looking people with tablecloths covering half their faces sneaked out of the bathroom.
The small white coffee tablecloth, folded multiple times, was tied behind the head, covering everything below the nose, looking just like ancient assassins.
The one standing in the middle even made some alterations to the simple style. For example, they tied a colorful scarf on top of their head, covering everything above the eyebrows, leaving only the eyes exposed.
Obviously, they didn't look like good people.
"Sister Guan Yu," Mu Qiu whispered, eyes still on the outside, "I think we look even more conspicuous like this. Especially you."
Guan Yu crouched, touched the smooth scarf on her head, and answered in a muffled voice, "It's okay, after all, a beauty is always the center of attention."
Mu Qiu: "......"
