At the sight of the man sitting opposite her, she smiled brightly and said, "Coby, why are you here? Aren't you afraid that your fans won't let you go?"
Coby had deliberately disguised himself and stuffed something into his white shirt, rendering him a little potbellied. There was a messy wig on his head, as if he had not washed his hair for a few days. He looked like a middle-aged technical man who had worked overtime in the company for a few days.
However, she still recognized him at a glance. She thought that his crazy fans could see him through with more ease.
Coby was indifferent. He sat opposite her casually and took a sip of coffee. His clear voice made a stark contrast to his current image.
"I heard from William that you came downstairs to buy cake. It's been an hour, but you haven't come back yet, so I came to see you."
As for her latter question, he did not answer.