"Comrade Yue Heng, we do not object to you going out for sightseeing."

"But telling everyone when and where you're going out is really too dangerous..."

"You do have quite a few fans in the UK, including tourists from China, and we understand your urge to surprise them..."

"But there are also many dangerous individuals here who see you as a thorn in their side during this return of cultural relics."

"If nothing unexpected happens, these extremist citizens are very likely to hold a march and demonstration when you appear."

"Even verbal abuse and attacks would put a lot of pressure on security..."

"You can also go around 7 or 8 o'clock; I'm sure your fans will understand!"...

As soon as the door opened, several embassy staff members began to offer their advice.

They were afraid that Wang Yueheng's appearance would cause a disturbance and bring unnecessary trouble to his personal safety.

"Don't worry, I won't show up there openly."

"I'll be just like any other tourist then, and nobody will recognize me..."

After inviting everyone inside, Wang Yueheng gave a brief explanation.

"Then why bother publishing your schedule?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned again, not understanding what Wang Yueheng was trying to do.

“I have an old friend who has been quietly watching over me.”

“We’ve had a conflict. All I know is that he came to Lun City. If I directly invite him, he definitely won’t come.”

"Therefore, I want to find an opportunity to meet him and catch up."

Wang Yueheng had no choice but to "make up a friend out of thin air" to explain.

He then realized that making up a lie on the spot was even harder than writing a song on the spot.

Every lie requires countless more lies to cover it up.

no way.

To complete the system's highly difficult tasks, this is the only way to make it up for now.

"I understand..."

"She's your ex-girlfriend... oh dear..."

Jiao Weimin was only halfway through her sentence when she felt a sharp pain in her toe.

Turning his head, he saw his female colleague Yang Chunhui glance at him, signaling him not to make wild guesses.

Other embassy staff also subconsciously interpreted the mysterious "old friend" mentioned by Wang Yueheng as his former girlfriend.

His eyes revealed the excitement of hearing gossip.

This is a huge bombshell about Wang Yueheng!

Since his debut, even the most gossipy entertainment media have never exposed any news about Wang Yueheng's love life!

At most, people speculate about his relationship with his beautiful assistant, Mo Zixue.

But even such gossip and speculation were quickly eliminated by a mysterious force, leaving no trace on the internet.

According to Jiao Weimin and others.

Perhaps because Wang Yueheng was poor and destitute at the time, the two young people succumbed to reality and were forced to break up.

Therefore, Wang Yueheng still harbors feelings for his ex and wants to take the opportunity in London to make up for his regrets.

If I were a big star...

They probably also want to find their ex-partner and brag about it...

Moreover, he is a top-tier cultural artist of Wang Yueheng's caliber.

Wang Yueheng could tell from the sudden change in everyone's expressions that they were gossipy.

In order to prepare for his later actions, he had no choice but to pretend to agree and remain silent with a smile.

All I need to do is convince the embassy staff to allow me to go abroad.

Mo Zixue, who was standing at the very front, paused for a moment, her expression blank.

Seeing that Wang Yueheng did not deny the gossip and speculation, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoxue, you'll find out the truth in time..."

"And I will make it up to you double!"

Wang Yueheng pretended not to see Mo Zixue's slightly disappointed expression, silently thinking to himself.

"That's fine, as long as we don't go out in a big way, it will make it easier for us to arrange security personnel."

"Comrade Yue Heng, please remember to let me know when you set off."

Then Lu Rendu, who was in charge of the embassy's security and was wearing a military uniform with the rank of major on his shoulders, walked up to him and said something.

"Do we need to prepare anything else for going out this afternoon?"

After everyone left, Mo Zixue tried hard to suppress her doubts and asked with a smile.

However, the sadness in her eyes was still hard to hide.

"Bring a guitar with you; you might sing a song if the mood strikes."

Wang Yueheng's gaze swept over Mo Zixue's stiff smile, then he looked up at the guitar leaning against the wall and said softly.