Seeing a person wearing a gray clown mask circling around him curiously, Gao Zhiming seemed a little frightened.
He instinctively edged closer to Anna, clutching his broom tight. Only when he caught a whiff of her pleasant fragrance did he finally feel much more at ease.
The clown stretched out his right hand, gloved in white, and pointed at the fearful Gao Zhiming, as if asking Anna something.
"He's our important Key. Only through him can we reach a place where the IMF doesn't exist," Anna said, extending her index finger and gently twirling a strand of Gao Zhiming's hair.
The clown nodded knowingly, approached, tipped his hat, and then held out his right hand to Gao Zhiming in a gesture of goodwill.
But faced with such a strange fellow, Gao Zhiming hesitated for a long time and, in the end, simply didn't dare to reach out his hand.
"Give the breakfast to them. I'll take him to get his hair cut first." Anna grabbed Gao Zhiming's hand, about to leave.
