"......."

Knowing when to stop, Li Lechen stopped showing off after silencing Zhou Mi twice. The two of them left the area at the same time.

The next stop was a main road, and Li Lechen felt it was best not to expose too much to the other end of the live stream, so he turned it off.

This hurdle really frustrated Mo Longao, who had just paid 3,000 coins half a minute earlier—the platform doesn't refund payments, and he had no choice but to accept defeat since he didn't have enough time.

There was another important reason why Li Lechen turned off the live stream, besides wanting to keep it a secret. He casually pulled a pair of glasses from his pocket, pried open the temples with one hand, and put them on his nose.

The movements were graceful, but those glasses...

Even Zhou Mi thought it looked tacky! So she couldn't help but ask, "Why are you wearing glasses?"

The glasses Li Lechen wore were no ordinary glasses; they were from two thousand years ago. Although the style was outdated and the material was ordinary, they might have a special purpose.

So he put on his glasses and looked Zhou Mi up and down carefully.

Through the lens, nothing could be seen except for Zhou Mi herself; there was neither X-ray vision nor any prediction.

This is so awkward.

Could it really just be a pair of ordinary non-prescription glasses? And they look so outdated!

Zhou Mi, feeling somewhat bewildered by Li Lechen's gaze, took several steps back with a look of disgust. A perfectly good young woman, ruined by a pair of glasses.

At this moment, Li Lechen was caught in a dilemma: he couldn't continue wearing his glasses, nor could he take them off. He could only console himself that if he wore them for a while longer, he might discover a special use for them.

So he ignored Zhou Mi's gaze and continued walking with his glasses on.