Seeing a person wearing a gray clown mask curiously circling around him, Gao Zhiming looked somewhat scared.
He instinctively moved closer to Anna with the broom in his hand, only feeling reassured after catching the pleasant fragrance from her.
The clown pointed his white-gloved right hand at the fearful Gao Zhiming, seemingly asking Anna.
"He is our important key. Only through him can we go to a place where the IMF does not exist." Anna wrapped a lock of Gao Zhiming's hair around her index finger and gently twirled it.
The clown nodded knowingly, moving closer and tipping his hat first, then reaching out his right hand to Gao Zhiming, attempting to express goodwill.
However, facing such a bizarre guy, Gao Zhiming hesitated again and again and ultimately didn't dare to extend his hand.
"Let them have breakfast; I'll first take him to get a haircut." Anna took Gao Zhiming's hand and was about to leave.
