This is Hollywood, where tourists from all over the world gather, and where big-name stars can be found...
Here, Luo Xiaoqian and Leng Zimo don’t have to worry too much about the paparazzi.
Leng Zimo has always been low-key, and with his attire today—hoodie, sunglasses, jeans... Leng Zimo looks just like an ordinary tourist. As for Luo Xiaoqian, in this country where there aren’t many Chinese, her level of fame isn’t enough to cause any trouble. Thus, they can stroll and play freely... holding hands and running around.
They walked through the bustling streets, turned into an alley, and went all the way to the end, where Leng Zimo stopped in front of what seemed to be a modest little courtyard, glancing at the nameplate hanging on the fence wall.
"Qinglong Studio, this should be the place."
The two of them entered the yard together, and Leng Zimo let go of Luo Xiaoqian’s hand and pressed the doorbell.
After a moment, the door opened. A young Asian man with the same yellow skin and black hair came out from behind the door, glanced at Leng Zimo and Luo Xiaoqian standing outside, paused, and his eyes showed a look of obvious astonishment when they fell on the face of Leng Zimo, who had removed his sunglasses.
"You..."
"Is Huang Bo here?" Leng Zimo asked in Chinese.
"Are you really Mr. Leng Zimo?" Huang Bo spoke again, this time in an authentic Capital accent.
"It’s me!" Leng Zimo said with a smile, extending his hand, "I’m glad I didn’t get the address wrong."
"Did you specifically come looking for us?" Huang Bo was visibly surprised.


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