Because it's the weekend, there are even more tourists in the Forbidden City than usual.
On regular days, Leng Zimo would never come to such a place. But with the little guy here, the noisy crowds and the thronging people didn't matter much anymore.
The two men, one big and one little, both wore baseball caps and held hands, looking like a typical father and son tourists pair. Leng Zimo's large sunglasses covered most of his face, so no one recognized him.
Despite that, such a handsome pair still caught quite a few glances from the other tourists. The turn-back rate was nearly a hundred percent.
Leng Zimo bought the tickets while the little guy hopped and skipped ahead, curiously pulling Leng Zimo along, asking one question after another. When they walked into a palace and saw many people looking in through the window, he too curiously went to the steps to peek inside, but the crowd was too thick, and he couldn't see anything.
