Pan Yang raised an eyebrow at him: "I escaped from the lab, aren't you afraid those people will come looking for me?"

"Laboratory? Are you injured?" Fang Zhouyang looked at him nervously. A laboratory was a hellish place for mermaids. He had seen it on the news, where countless mermaids had died.

"I'm not injured." How could a big shot be injured?

001: "I don't believe it. Someone got cut by glass as soon as they appeared."

Pan Yang: It's okay, I believe you. You're just a system, you have no right to speak.

001: "Ha!" Let me tell you not to be so arrogant!

Fang Zhouyang breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you're not hurt. I'll protect you, okay?" For some reason, he felt as if he was attracted to Fan Yang the moment he saw him.

And so, Fan Yang happily settled into Fang Zhou Yang's house. In any case, the original owner had nowhere to stay, and Zhuge Yan was probably searching for him everywhere.

At first, Fang Zhouyang was worried that Huan Yang would be bored and want to go out, but Huan Yang spent all day at home looking at his phone, and even avoided going out as much as possible, so he realized that he was worrying too much.

The system was exhausted. Its host was not so honest. They argued in their minds every day, and the system even wanted to kill Zhuge Yan.

However, moving to the lab and meeting Zhuge Yan required sufficient data and evidence, but because Huan Yang escaped through the sewers, he had no recollection of where the lab was.

Overall, Fan Yang still felt it would have been easier to just kill Zhuge Yan directly.

However, after lying at home for so long, Fang Zhouyang started to worry that the little mermaid might make him sick from boredom, so he dragged Huanyang to the mall to buy her some clothes.

It must be said that Pan Yang's white hair and golden eyes were exceptionally dazzling in the crowd, attracting many people.

"Are you cosplaying, sir? Can we take a picture together?" A young woman excitedly ran up to Pan Yang with her phone in hand.

Pan Yang nodded, and the young lady quickly snapped several photos before covering her mouth and leaving.

Fang Zhouyang said with a hint of helplessness, "Be careful outside. If you don't like it, you don't have to take pictures."

“I’m safe.” You should be worried about other people.

Pan Yang nodded, feeling that his idea was absolutely correct. Fang Zhouyang chuckled and rubbed Pan Yang's head: "With me here, you are safe."

Why are the hidden characters so narcissistic?

Pan Yang pushed his hand away with some displeasure. The boss should never let anyone touch his head.

After shopping for about two hours and having bought almost everything they wanted, the two were about to leave the mall when they were stopped by a man in a suit.

The man, dressed in a black suit and wearing sunglasses, politely handed over a postcard: "I am an agent from Windblade Entertainment. May I ask if this white-haired gentleman is interested in acting?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Zhouyang shielded Pan Yang behind him, saying, "Sorry, he's not interested."

"It's alright, you can think about it slowly. May I ask if your hair is dyed? I'm just curious." The man in the suit looked at the two of them with a smile.

"No, I got my hair transplanted from someone else's hair," Pan Yang said nonsensically, his face expressionless.

The man in the suit clearly expected Pan Yang to answer like that. After pausing for a second, he immediately said, "You're really funny, but your appearance reminds me of an almost extinct creature, the mermaid."

The man deliberately paused and drew out the last two words. Fang Zhouyang frowned slightly and pulled Pan Yang back a few steps: "That kind of rare creature is indeed amazing, but my friend doesn't like being treated like a mermaid."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I was being very rude." The man in the suit looked at the two of them. "But I heard that a mermaid has appeared somewhere. It's so pitiful. If that mermaid can't return to the sea, she'll probably die."

"We don't want to talk about this, please let us go." Fang Zhouyang said somewhat angrily.

"Sorry, sorry, I got too carried away. If you ever want to be an actor, remember to contact me." He said, extending the postcard again.

Pan Yang casually took it, tore it up, and threw it into the nearby trash can, then left the mall with Fang Zhouyang without a care in the world.

After the two men had completely left, the smile on the man in the suit gradually disappeared. He took out his phone and skillfully dialed a number: "Boss, we've found the mermaid who escaped that day, but it's difficult to make a move because he's with someone else."

On the other side, after Fang Zhouyang and Pan Yang returned home, Fang Zhouyang breathed a sigh of relief. Pan Yang, being a mermaid who was powerless, was simply too dangerous. It was safer to keep him by his side.

Of course, if Fan Yang knew what Fang Zhouyang was thinking, he would definitely refute it, saying that being powerless was simply laughable.

However, in the following days, Fang Zhouyang did indeed bring Huan Yang with him, and everyone in the company was stunned. Of course, they were not stunned because their boss was bringing someone with him, but because of Huan Yang's appearance, which was simply like something out of a painting.

However, Pan Yang always seemed to sit alone in the corner without saying a word, looking very aloof.

Finally, a young lady, out of sheer curiosity, mustered up the courage to walk up to Pan Yang, who was sitting idly in the break room.

"Excuse me, sir, may I ask what kind of hair dye you use?"

"It's from chalk." Pan Yang swiped the screen in his hand and said without thinking.

The young woman felt a little embarrassed upon hearing this and scratched her head: "Young man, can I ask you how you take care of your skin? It's so beautiful!"

"Oh, just stay up late and play on your phone more. Trust me, you can do it." Pan Yang glanced at the girl and continued talking nonsense.

"Haha, you're so funny." The young woman laughed awkwardly twice.

“No, I’m very aloof,” Pan Yang said again.

This left everyone speechless. The young woman quickly left the rest room, and a group of people surrounded her, laughing and making fun of her.

“If you ask me, I should go up and say hello,” a young man in his early twenties said. “They’re all the same age, trust me.”

After speaking, the young man confidently walked in, stood next to Pan Yang, and whistled: "What game are you playing, buddy?"

“King.” Pan Yang glanced at him and continued playing on his phone.

The man sat down immediately: "Wow, you're a King-level player. I'm a Star-level player. Want me to carry you? I'm Yao, and I can dominate the battlefield."

Pan Yang silently turned on his voice; it was the system report for the pentakill.

"Well, it seems you're quite capable too. Why don't we chat a bit? How did you and Mr. Fang meet?"

Looking at the victory screen on the game interface, Pan Yang closed the game and looked at the young man seriously: "Do you really want to know?"

Upon hearing that there was hope, the boy quickly nodded: "Let's chat."

"We met in the sewers; he was a sewer worker back then." Pan Yang continued his rambling with a straight face, "Want to hear more?"

It was obviously nonsense. The boy coughed a few times, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "I have something to do."

Unsurprisingly, the young man was also mercilessly ridiculed by his colleagues.