A-Wang, a primitive man in modern society, had never seen anything so outrageous in his life!
Enraged, she stepped forward and pointed directly at the other person's residence, saying, "This is what I want to see!"
The handsome young man, who had just pulled out his second pair of trousers, was so frightened that the moment A-Wang's hand touched him, his face turned pale, his back bent, his knees pressed together, and he quickly covered himself with his hands, his eyes filled with terror. "I perform, I don't sell my body!"
A-Wang was furious. "Taking off your pants to perform is considered street performance?"
The handsome man declared emphatically, "Of course it is!"
A-Wang:...
He was silenced by that resounding, unyielding remark, letting out a cold laugh. "Are you taking advantage of me because I'm a caveman and don't know what talent is? Guess what we perform around the campfire?"
The handsome man was utterly shocked. "You are... a caveman?"
As these words were spoken, their expressions changed from shock to --
Awe-inspiring inquiry.
This skull doesn't look the same as the one in the book.
And he walks quite upright.
Beside him, another handsome guy slapped his companion and scolded, "What you're thinking about is Yuanmou Man!"
After scolding.
He quickly put on a fawning smile and said to A-Wang, "Hello Mr. Yuan, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. Our store is a high-end custom-made shop. What we just showed you are all our new products for this season. I not only wear a lot of pants, but I also wear a lot of shirts..."
A-Wang rolled his eyes at him, "You're the one who's Mr. Yuan."
In a bad mood.
Turn your head.
Looking at Bai Zheming, "Residence?"
Bai Zheming smiled and said, "Ju is a newly opened high-end custom clothing store that collaborates with the Bai Corporation. I'd like to send you a few sets of clothes."
A-Wang practically wanted to jump up and give Bai Zheming a good beating.
What I, A-Wang, lack is clothes?
But since things have come to this point, he can't really force people to look after his house.
After all, they value the law here.
Tsk~
He could only hate Bai Zheming for deceiving him and silently add Bai Zheming to his blacklist, resolving to get revenge later. At the same time, he generously raised his chin, saying, "I'd like to see just how high-end your place is."
Just moments ago Zhao Jiayuan, Jiang Mingxi, Zhao Ke felt a sense of moral decay because they had to hide their sight of other people's homes from their boyfriends. Now, however, they were filled with dejection and regret because they could only find clothes instead of a home.
We lied and deceived people just to come here to have clothes made?
Two minutes later.
Ten young men, each holding a measuring tape and a small notebook, respectfully surrounded the four of them.
Let me measure your arm.
Let me measure your waist.
Let me measure your hip circumference... um?
Just as a young man was half-squatting in front of Jiang Mingxi, about to carefully measure his hip circumference, the young man suddenly frowned and asked in confusion.
Everyone else immediately looked at him.
Jiang Mingxi looked at the young man squatting in front of her with a puzzled expression, "Is there something wrong with my butt?"
When the young man was measuring Jiang Mingxi's hips, he accidentally lifted a little part of Jiang Mingxi 'Jiang Mingxi shirt with his fingers, revealing her waist.
He has a red birthmark on his waist.
It looks like the shape of a ginkgo leaf.
The young man looked up at Jiang Mingxi, "May I take another look at your waist? The birthmark on your waist looks a lot like someone our master mentioned."
Jiang Mingxi looked puzzled. "Your master?"
As she spoke, she lifted her shirt, revealing her slender waist and the birthmark on it.
He pointed to the ginkgo leaf-shaped mark on his waist, "You mean this?"
The ten young men taking measurements stared at the leaf. The one in the lead tensed up. "Our master once said that many years ago, he received help from a couple."
"For that couple, the help they gave was just a small favor, but for my master, it was a life-saving grace."
"Over the years, my master has always said that he really wants to find that couple from back then."
"But he was frustrated that he couldn't remember the other person's face or name. The only clue was that the child the other person was holding had a red, ginkgo leaf-shaped mark on its waist."
Zhao Jiayuan was initially shocked, then shouted, "Pah!"
The ten young men were startled and looked at Zhao Jiayuan in confusion.
Zhao Jiayuan said indignantly, "The couple your master mentioned, are you referring to the Jiang Family? Do they even deserve to be remembered for saving their lives?"
Zhao Ke snorted, "Exactly!"
They were unaware that Jiang Mingxi's biological parents were someone else.
A-Wang knows.
A-Wang frowned. " The Jiang Family isn't Xiaoxi's real home. Xiaoxi's real parents are someone else."
Jiang Mingxi didn't hide anything and gave a brief explanation.
Zhao Jiayuan nodded vigorously, "That makes sense. The entire Jiang Family family is disgusting; how could they possibly have a good prospect like you?"
A-Wang touched the birthmark on Jiang Mingxi's waist. "The director said that Xiaoxi was picked up at the gate of the orphanage when he was three years old. At that time, he had a high fever and was unconscious. He was wrapped in a tattered blanket and left at the gate of the orphanage."
Jiang Mingxi put the shirt down. "Who is your master? Can I meet him?"
The original owner's greatest wish was to find her biological parents.
This could be considered an opportunity.
However, after Jiang Mingxi asked, the young men sighed and shook their heads, "Our master has passed away; he passed away last year."
He passed away?
The glimmer of hope that had just risen in Jiang Mingxi's eyes faded away again.
Bai Zheming pondered the mark he had just seen, finding it strangely familiar.
I felt like I'd seen him somewhere before, definitely somewhere, and on a very important occasion.
His heart skipped a beat when he saw the mark.
But I just can't remember it.
"Um, may I take another look at your birthmark?" Bai Zheming rubbed his fingers and said to Jiang Mingxi, "I think I've seen that birthmark pattern before."
The hallway of the guild hall.
Upon receiving news from Song Lan that he had arrived, Special Assistant Su immediately opened the door to his private room and went out to greet him.
The elevator doors opened.
A murderous aura immediately swept over us.
Song Lan walked in the middle, with Feng Moshan on her left and Chen Chong on her right.
Three people, three dark faces.
"Where is he?" Song Lan asked in a calm voice.
Special Assistant Su glanced at Feng Moshan and Chen Chong, his mind racing, trying to figure out how to handle the aftermath should someone commit murder inside. "This way."
Bang!
Song Lan, Feng Moshan, and Chen Chong almost simultaneously raised their feet and kicked the tightly closed door of the private room in the clubhouse.
Just as the terrified waiters in the hallway rushed over, the door was kicked open three times.
Upon entering.
Song Lan saw it as soon as she came forward--
Bai Zheming squatted down in front of Jiang Mingxi, his hand on Jiang Mingxi's waist.
Feng Moshan saw it coming right in front of him--
Zhao Ke was being hugged from behind by a man.
Chen Chong saw it coming right in front of him--
Zhao Jiayuan was held by two men, one in front and one behind, around the waist.
Special Assistant Su saw it coming right in front of him--
A-Wang wanted to... touch the man opposite him... his... private parts?