Ever since entering the desert, Li Jian quit temporarily.
After all, he liked smoking cigars when chasing criminals and handling cases. This reputation was so widespread that it had almost become his trademark.
To avoid being recognized, he covered up this loophole.
Unexpectedly, he still couldn't escape Yaen Chi's eyes.
"When did you start suspecting me?"
Yaen Chi said frankly, "When you guys bandaged me for the first time after I woke up."
"Where did I slip up?"
"Where? Everywhere!" Yaen Chi chuckled twice, raised his seat from lying down to sitting upright, avoiding his back touching the backrest, "You might not smoke anymore, but you're still ugly. Every time you disguise yourself, you make it uglier. You insist on adding freckles where they shouldn't be. The three freckles under your right eye corner moved to your left eyelid. Am I blind? I can't see that?"
