"Let's go."
Bo Changquan handed a few uniform white masks to Fang Yu and the others, instructing them to put them on, then taking the lead to walk at the front.
Fang Yu looked at the mask, touched it with his hand to feel its texture. It had a cool, jade-like sensation, yet it was light and not bulky.
He raised his hand to put it on, immediately feeling a comfortable sensation. Although it covered the face completely, it felt as if a cool breeze was blowing, very breathable.
"Husband, keep up."
Ding Hui was in a good mood now, her tone softened, and her voice echoed directly in Fang Yu's mind.
The few of them were originally of different heights and dressed differently. Plus, with Fang Yu's long interaction with Ding Hui, he could easily distinguish who was who even with masks on, but for an outsider, the masks served their purpose.
Following behind Bo Changquan, Fang Yu and the others found specific seats in a relatively outer area of the large venue and sat down in order.
