He settled on something simple.
A cream oversized long sleeve, dark straight leg trousers, white sneakers. Clean and unremarkable.
The glasses went on, thin framed and unassuming, the kind that changed a face without trying too hard.
Light makeup, just enough to shift the familiar angles into something less identifiable.
No wig today.
His own dark hair, worn as it was.
He looked at himself in the mirror.
Not Guiying.
Not quite Tang XiaoYu either.
Just a nondescript, unbothered person heading to a friend's apartment for lunch.
He picked up his phone, his card, and his keys, and headed downstairs.
Wang Chengli was in the entrance hall.
He looked at Guiying.
Guiying looked at him.
"I'm going to see a friend." Guiying said.
"Of course, Master Xue," Wang Chengli said. "Shall I arrange the car?"
"I'll take a cab," Guiying said. "I'll be back before dinner."
