Yanrou knows very well that they are Internet celebrities. Once they are caught in the police station, competitors will know this kind of thing soon. If the news is leaked, then they can't mix it up!

Qu Yan looked at them, but felt that there was no need to care about them so much.

So she raised her eyes and looked at Ji Zhuoran who was aside.

"Why... don't care about them so much?" she suggested.

Ji Zhuoran looked at the few people in front of him, still unhappy in his eyes.

But he would still listen to Qu Yan's opinions, so he said:

"It's okay to let you go, but you have to write an apology letter of 10,000 words each here. By the way, don't you want to make a short video? Just take a video of you being punished to write letters for disturbing passers-by, I think , The performance of the program should be good too."

Several people listened to Ji Zhuoran's words, although their faces were still dusty, but think about it, writing an apology letter is better than going to the police station.

As a result, they could only accept the pen and paper handed by the clerk, and began to write honestly.

And the fierce photographers before, can only honestly pick up the phone in their hands and start shooting pictures of them being punished for writing letters of apology...

Finally, a farce passed.

"Well, let's go." Ji Zhuoran said to Qu Yan.

The person in charge Xi Weihuan hurriedly said, "Where do Ji Shao and his wife live now? Do you need us to entertain?"

"No need." Ji Zhuoran said, pulling Qu Yan and striding out of the scenic spot.

Walking on the road, Qu Yan looked at the colorful night market scenic spot, and felt that he hadn’t visited enough, so he said:

"Want to stop shopping for a while?"

Ji Zhuoran turned around and said helplessly, "I can't go shopping anymore. I've revealed my identity at this moment. Maybe Xiaolin will catch us tomorrow and go back to work."

"You are his boss, are you afraid of him?" Qu Yan thought it amused.

"I'm not afraid of him, I'm afraid that he is carrying all the troubles on his body. This time I come out, but I want to accompany you well, so let's go." He said, and picked a pair of sword eyebrows. The air in front of the person in charge of the scenic spot.

If Xi Weihuan is still here, seeing the tall investor "Ji Shao" in his eyes actually say such things, I am afraid that his eyes will fall in shock.

However, at this moment, Qu Yan was already used to his appearance, smiled and followed him in the car.

The RV started again. This time, they were heading in the direction with the brightest stars.

This time, they passed through the junction of J City and Z City and came to Z City.

Z City, also known as the City of Rain.

Because this city rains all year round, it rains 365 days a year, more than 300 days, so it is also called the rain city.

Of course, most of the time, it is drizzle that will end in one or two hours, so it will not have much impact on the people living here, but the air here is obviously a lot damp.

The entire world of City Z seems to be shrouded in a faint rain and mist, revealing a misty and misty temperament.

Even the people living here are also infected by the temperament of this city, so many love stories about men and women have been circulating in this city from ancient times to the present.

However, when Qu Yan and the others drove to Z City, it was already 2 o'clock in the morning, and at this time, it happened to be drizzling in the sky.

They drove the car near the railway station on the edge of Z City, and wanted to find a place to wash up for a rest.

They got out of the car and were walking on the sparsely populated square in the early hours of the morning.

Suddenly, a woman holding a five or six-year-old child walked past them.

Qu Yan frowned, and suddenly, she said, "No."

"What's the matter?" Ji Zhuoran asked.

"The clothes that kid wears are the new children's clothes of JOL this season." Qu Yan just remembered that when he was visiting the mall before, he had seen that dress.

"What happened then?"

"The clothes cost tens of thousands! Judging by the woman's clothes, she can't afford it! The child is probably not hers!"