A blue McLaren stylishly pulled into a parking spot, and out came two men… heads covered with baseball caps, sunglasses, and face masks, clad in long black hoodies, feet in black AJ sneakers, entirely wrapped up tight and pitch-black.
Ye Shaowen glanced at himself and his younger sister, then at the other people who kept giving them strange looks, "Little sis, why do I feel like... everyone else looks like they're here for the auction, but we seem like we're here to rob the place?"
"..." Ye Xian, "It's an illusion, an illusion, just ignore it. We won't be recognized this way. Today's auction is attended by big shots from the film and TV industry. If we were recognized, we'd be doomed. The sugar daddy scandal would become even more solid."
Ye Shaowen: "But how do I feel that dressing up this way is even more eye-catching?"
"Eye-catching is fine, as long as they don't recognize us." If someone could still recognize her dressed like this, then she... would kneel and call them daddy!
