[MTL-English] The National Men's Team Debuted!

The Justice Trio, assemble!

Qiao Huan...saw it?

Was he simply trying to stop me from stealing the phone? Or... No, Qiao Huan's eyes seemed to be saying "You can't do that."

Does he know everything?

The questions that kept popping up in his mind made Zhuo Yang's eyes flash with a hint of vigilance when he looked at Qiao Huan, but he quickly turned that hint of doubt into exploration.

He chose to believe Qiao Huan and also believe in his own intuition.

Qiao Huan raised her eyebrows, and her expression became more subtle when Zhuo Yang withdrew his hand.

This time he didn't say anything else, but when Zhuo Yang looked at him, he called out again in a low voice, "Brother Zhuo."

"Come with me."

Zhuo Yang knew that no matter why the other party interrupted him, today's action could no longer continue.

He followed Qiao Huan and easily avoided the cameras that were placed throughout the house.

Qiao Huan, who was already standing in the garden, was about to speak, but after glancing at something on the top of the garden wall, he raised his chin and motioned for him to change places.

Something is wrong...

Zhuo Yang was even more confused.

What Qiao Huan was looking at just now was a hidden camera facing the living room that was not mentioned in the script and was decorated with some flowers, leaves and soil.

It seems that this camera was placed here just now after the relationship between Fan Hui and her son eased, in order to capture some scenes of the family reconciling.

The camera was well disguised, and even Zhuo Yang had no doubt about the professionalism of the filming crew.

But this newly installed camera was discovered so easily by Qiao Huan.

Such strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities...

Is this a compulsory course for debuting? To protect against paparazzi in the future?

Prepare for a rainy day. Yes, that must be it.

Night is falling.

Qiao Huan and Zhuo Yang were already standing in the blind spot of the camera.

Zhuo Yang subconsciously began to avoid the other person's gaze. A rare look of hesitation flashed across his face.

When looking at Qiao Huan, whose eyes were still clear, Zhuo Yang really didn't know how to start.

He had carried out so many missions and never felt guilty or regretted it during the mission. Only this time when he was caught under Qiao Huan's nose, Zhuo Yang couldn't speak straight.

Publicly, this matter was not his business; privately, he knew very well that he had almost violated someone else's privacy because of a momentary impulse.

"What do you want to talk about?" Zhuo Yang's originally deep and powerful voice now revealed a sense of weakness.

He was not good at lying, especially to someone he admired.

The other party seemed to have seen through him, which made him feel uneasy and uncomfortable.

Qiao Huan watched Zhuo Yang's face changing like Sichuan Opera, with his brows furrowed and his face full of confusion at one moment; at another moment, he looked regretful, depressed and hateful, as if he wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it. She couldn't help but chuckle.