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After chatting with Hayato for a while, Aunt May went to take a shower. Since they were going out for dinner, it was better to freshen up. She still had no idea that Hayato had booked an extremely upscale restaurant.

Not long after Aunt May finished showering, while they were chatting, Hayato sensed two cars arriving outside: a sedan and a van. Four people filed out of the van, then pushed out a clothes rack.

The doorbell rang.

Aunt May was about to get up.

"I'll get it. They're here for me," Hayato said.

Aunt May was puzzled. She hadn't even seen anyone. How did he know they were looking for him?

He opened the door.

At the front was a designer... Don't ask Hayato how he knew he was a designer.

A rainbow mohawk, smoky multicolored makeup, a nose ring, lip ring, earrings, a pink crop top, denim shorts, black fishnet stockings, and sapphire-blue knee-high heels.

That was all fine, but the key point was that he was a man.

A man!

A man!

A man!

Repeated three times for emphasis and shock.

JARVIS, were you really reliable?

When the designer saw Hayato, he raised a delicate finger and exclaimed, "Perfect, perfect! What a perfect body."

He looked Hayato up and down, his eyes shining.

At less than 1.8 meters tall, he would have been considered inadequate as a model. But Hayato's body had undergone godlike modification, and his proportions were genuinely close to perfection.

Hayato suddenly began to doubt JARVIS's professionalism.

Admiration aside, the designer did not forget his actual work. After confirming Hayato's identity, he began directing his assistants to bring up the mobile clothes rack.

Peter came downstairs too.

The designer took out two suits, shoes, and complimentary socks, then had Hayato and Peter change separately.