Two-faced President, So Hard to Pacify (8)

"It's getting late. You should hurry home."

Su Qiao urged her once, then turned and went upstairs.

"Sigh!"

Watching her graceful departing figure, Aunt Liu let out a heavy sigh.

What on earth was wrong with men these days?

Why did they refuse virtuous women and insist on falling for those shameless women outside who did nothing but cause trouble?

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After Aunt Liu left, Su Qiao changed into a light-blue, elegant dress, put on a wide-brimmed European hat, and covered her face with a white veil before slowly leaving the Little White Building.

She did not leave through the front door, but slipped out through the side door, which was closer to the Little White Building.

The servant guarding the entrance looked slightly surprised. He gave her a perfunctory bow, then paid her no further attention.

Su Qiao did not care. After leaving, she walked out of the alley, hailed a rickshaw, and went straight to a ready-made clothing shop.

When she entered the shop, she was a delicate beauty. When she came out, Su Qiao had transformed into a slender young man.

A white shirt, a grayish-brown checked vest, checked suit trousers, black leather shoes, rimless gold-rimmed glasses, and a Baseball Cap pressed down over her head.

The scarf on her face was gone, too. Naturally, the spots she had painted on her face were gone as well, revealing her fair, delicate face, which held a hint of heroic sharpness amid its prettiness.

Su Qiao had often worn suits in her previous world, so every movement she made was poised and natural without losing its elegance. No one suspected anything now.

Half an hour later, Su Qiao had appeared in the grand ballroom on the second floor of Paramount Hall.

She sat in a corner booth,