Qiao Xiaren wore a mask, but no sunglasses, with her hands in her pockets as she walked out. As long as she kept her head slightly lowered, basically no one would inexplicably stare at her.
She didn't quite understand those celebrities who wrapped themselves up like a zongzi when going out. Wearing a mask on the street was relatively common; wrapping oneself up so tightly just attracted attention, so it would be strange not to get noticed.
As she was about to climb the stairs after passing through a corridor, Qiao Xiaren received a text message from a stranger with a Capital number: "Run, it seems someone has their eye on you!"
Someone has their eye on her?
Who?
Qiao Xiaren put her phone back, looked around, and continued to walk unhurriedly in that direction. Her mind began to spin rapidly. She had offended no small number of people, but as for those who would want her dead, she couldn't think of anyone at the moment.
