Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration-Chapter 1224: Extra 4: Identity, Minister Shen’s Trouble

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Because of that voice, Mu Xingzhi glanced this way.

However, his gaze merely brushed past Lin He and settled on Sister Jiang and the group with the director.

He must have just gotten up as well, his bangs still a bit damp.

Sister Jiang had met Mu Xingzhi not just once or twice, but this man’s presence was too imposing, clearly one of those unattainable types. Although Ye Shaohua was also seen as unattainable, the two were quite different.

Ye Shaohua appeared cold but was actually easy to talk to. However, according to Sister Jiang’s intuition, Mu Xingzhi was different from Ye Shaohua—this man was arrogantly proud from the core.

So, even though she had known Mu Xingzhi before, upon actually seeing Mu Xingzhi, Sister Jiang still didn’t dare say much.

Particularly from the way things were guarded securely from the street to the manor, even if Sister Jiang were a fool, she would understand that Mu Xingzhi’s identity was extraordinary.

To the extent that Sister Jiang didn’t even dare to breathe heavily still now.

Not just her, all the staff present thought the same.

Ye Shaohua was indeed not too high-profile within the circle, the most high-profile thing about her was probably that she was Ye Liu’s kin and had written papers that had impressed even the great professors.

About her personal life and other private matters, she never disclosed anything.

This time, Ye Shaohua had agreed to shoot a variety show, willingly exposing a slice of her private and everyday life, leaving the director of "Male God Female God" extremely thrilled.

He could already foresee how popular this show would become.

He had prepared quite a bit since learning the news last night.

But now that he was actually here, he dared not instruct the photographer to shoot more.

However, Mu Xingzhi turned out to be much more good-tempered than any of them had imagined; though somewhat proud, he was also very polite.

Breakfast had already been brought up.

Mu Xingzhi checked the time and nodded at them, "Please wait a moment, everyone go ahead and have some breakfast, I’ll go up and take a look."

The Butler knew Ye Shaohua would be getting up soon and immediately got the kitchen staff to start preparing her things.

Perhaps fearing that Sister Jiang and the others would be uncomfortable, nobody was left in the living room.

The director and others, from the street until now, finally had their heightened nerves calmed.

The accompanying photographer had not yet turned on the camera; holding the equipment, he somewhat aimlessly turned his head to look at the director, "Director, are we... still shooting?"

After the Butler and Mu Xingzhi had left, the director patted his chest.

Hearing the photographer, he was also unsure, still fearful and apprehensive, "Sister Jiang, what do you think..."

He wanted to shoot, but did he dare to?

Imperial City indeed had many rich officials, and grabbing anyone at random would reveal they had a family.

But for a residence guarded so tightly with so many military personnel, he had never seen anything like it except in movies—no, not even in movies had he seen such a scene.

Thinking of this, he gave Sister Jiang a deep look.

Sister Jiang herself hadn’t snapped out of it yet.

She had also recently considered that this particular artist might not be that simple.

But it was also her first time here; how would she know her artist lived here?

No wonder every time she picked up Ye Shaohua in the past, it was always on that street not far away.

"Let’s shoot a bit when she comes down later," Sister Jiang thought about what Ye Shaohua had said last night and knew it should be alright to film, but she added another phrase, "That person... let’s not capture him, tell the photographer to be careful."

This, the director already knew.

**

Upstairs.

Ye Shaohua had already woken up, freshly bathed and emerged, damp all over.

She was drying her hair while picking up her phone to check the time.

There was a knock on the door.

Ye Shaohua slightly tilted her head; Mu Xingzhi was half-leaning on the door, one hand in his pocket, the other slightly raising his eyebrows looking at her, his long, delicate eyelashes casting a shallow shadow under the light, "Your Sister Jiang is waiting for you."

The two lived across from each other. Although Ye Shaohua didn’t take precautions, Mu Xingzhi was always very restrained and polite when entering.

"Right away." Ye Shaohua finished drying her hair and tossed the things on the bed into the suitcase.

Having just showered, she had changed into a black, loose-fitting sweater. The snow-white collarbone was vaguely visible at the neckline, and the clothes, meant to be in cool tones, seemed much softer due to their looseness, making her ordinarily cold eyes and brows appear much softer.

She was still holding her phone in one hand.

Everything was orderly.

Mu Xingzhi came in, glanced around, and upon seeing a black handgun in the corner of the suitcase, he finally could not help but take it out, somewhat impressed, "Ancestors, this thing, it can’t pass a security check."