Yang Ming's eyes brightened.
Mimili, but this was Mimili with heavy makeup, those sensual fiery red lips, dazzling jewelry of all kinds, easily handled by her.
At the entrance of the hotel, a row of scanners was set up.
With helplessness, Mimili shrugged and calmly walked through the scanning area, waiting five meters away from Yang Ming.
The General whispered, "Is there a problem?"
"General... does there need to be a problem?"
"Tell it like it is."
"No problem at all."
"Please surrender all your jewelry!"
"Whatever," Mimili shrugged lightly, and a female soldier stepped forward to collect the fake jewelry from her.
It took a few minutes of fussing back and forth.
"Let her through," the General commanded coldly.
Yang Ming performed an Imperial gentleman's salute and extended his right hand to Mimili, who smiled charmingly, disdainfully scanning the men gathered in the lobby, then stepped up in heels, extending her right hand.
