Springtime in Beijing is colder than in the south. From the pile of clothes Wen Shiyu brought out, Lin Xiaoxiao picked out a black and white casual suit from last year's spring runway show of a luxury brand. It was simple, sophisticated and classic.

I won't wear jewelry anymore, otherwise people will stare at me like I'm a monkey when I walk down the street.

Although she wasn't wearing jewelry, Wen Shiyu wore a silk scarf, which was the perfect finishing touch.

After admiring her outfit for the day, Wen Shiyu took Lin Xiaoxiao's hand and prepared to leave. Just before leaving, Lin Xiaoxiao suddenly remembered something.

"Mom, sit down and wait for me for a moment, I'm going to make a phone call."

"Go ahead, take your time." Wen Shiyu sat down on the sofa in the living room, poured herself a glass of water, and sipped it slowly.

Lin Xiaoxiao made a phone call to Director Fan's office.

The call was answered after a while. "Who is it?"

"Director Fan, it's me," Lin Xiaoxiao said.

"Young comrade, what's up? Back in Beijing?" Director Fan's cheerful voice came from behind.

"They arrived yesterday. I had Brother Chu submit the mission report; did you see it?"

"I saw it, you did a great job on this mission..." Director Fan showered praise on you like it was free, and after two minutes he said, "Come to the bureau sometime."

Lin Xiaoxiao nodded, "Okay, I called to tell you to be careful about Huang Jian."

"Is there a problem?" Director Fan sat up straight immediately.

"Seventy percent chance."

"Okay, I understand."

Just as Lin Xiaoxiao was about to hang up, she heard the sound of a door being pushed open on the other end, accompanied by a shout, "Old Fan, you bastard..."

With a click, the phone went dead.