Turning the corner at the triangular intersection, she arrived at a clothing store.
In the changing room, He Tiantian changed into a traditional Chinese robe and put on a hat. She did not wear any makeup, but her entire demeanor had transformed.
From a fashionable reporter, she had become a refined and reserved traditional scholar.
Even her way of walking had changed; she stood tall like a green pine and her shoulders did not sway as she walked—a man of culture and good upbringing.
She returned to the Binjiang Inn, nodded politely at the front desk as if she were a regular, and calmly headed upstairs.
She glanced at the room number by the staircase, room 201. It seemed that room 207 must be at the end of the corridor.
Actually, He Tiantian didn't need to guess; a quick glance revealed the issue.
Outside one of the rooms, two sturdy young men in plain clothes were standing guard.
He Tiantian narrowed her eyes, examining the features of the two men.
Hmm?
