054 Old Fritter
Translator: 549690339
As the sky was about to turn completely dark, in a low-rent housing area, Li Qingming waited at the agreed intersection until a dark green old-model SUV with numerous scratches and scrapes pulled up.
The driver had spotted a solitary figure in black from afar and, after bringing the vehicle to a halt in front of him, jumped out, tossed away his cigarette butt with a smile, and approached, "You're Li Qingming, right?"
"Mhm."
"I'm Zhao Xin." He shook hands with Li Qingming firmly, then couldn't help but size him up, commenting, "With that black shirt, black hoodie, black pants, black boots, and black backpack of yours, I almost didn't see you."
"That's reasonable since I'm indeed quite ordinary," Li Qingming replied as he shook hands.
"Ah... really..." Zhao Xin felt somewhat at a loss for words.
"And you? Heading out on a photo shoot?" Li Qingming asked, looking at Zhao Xin's outfit in return.