Chapter 118: Both of You Are Called Han Meimei?

Director Wang stared blankly at the two of them.

Both... both are called Han Meimei?

Realizing that Director Wang's gaze was a bit off,

Zhou Qiaoqiao and Yang Jingxuan, who were already feeling extremely awkward, instantly became even more awkward.

But if they had to say something, they thought this was mainly Xu Mo's fault.

If Xu Mo hadn't said his name was Li Lei.

Could the two of them claim their name was Han Meimei?

The two had just been trying hard to come up with a fake name for themselves.

But simply because Xu Mo said he was Li Lei.

It caused Yang Jingxuan's and Zhou Qiaoqiao's minds to...

... be constantly echoing a phrase: Li Lei and Han Meimei...

Their brains buzzed, and they couldn't think of anything.

It's just like filling in ancient poetry in a language exam.

They couldn't recall the ancient poems, but classic old songs kept playing one after another nonstop in their heads.

The harder they tried to think of poetry, the louder the singing in their minds became.

Xu Mo helplessly wiped his face.

What a pig teammate...

He quickly explained for the two of them, saying,

"Pronunciation issue."

After speaking, he pointed at Zhou Qiaoqiao: "She is called Han Meimei."

Then he pointed at Yang Jingxuan: "She is called Han Meimei."

Director Wang smiled: "I told you so..."

Xu Mo didn't want to leave his real name because he feared that long nights bring many dreams.

Who knows if this Welfare Institute will publish the donor's name.

If the name were published and happened to be seen by the Investigation Team,

Then wouldn't that be a damn invitation to get caught?

There are quite a few procedures for donating to the Welfare Institute.

But Xu Mo said he feared trouble, so he simplified all those procedures, even removed them entirely.

Among them, there was a very important step: taking a group photo as a memento.

On this point, Xu Mo refused without even thinking.

His current status is that of an Escapee.

A group photo?

Isn't that just a joke?

After all the procedures were finished,

Xu Mo casually put forward a request to stay at the Welfare Institute and spend a few more days playing with the kids.

"Director Wang, I really like these children. May I stay at the Welfare Institute for a few days? I want to spend more time playing with the kids."

Director Wang was initially stunned.

Others donate money for show, for reputation, and basically leave after donating.

Donating money and then wanting to stay and spend more time with the kids, she truly hadn't seen before.

But after thinking,

Director Wang thought this was also a good thing.

At least for the Welfare Institute's children, it's a good thing.

Because from the children's behavior just now,

They seemed to really like these three caring older brothers and sisters.

Moreover, the Welfare Institute indeed had vacant rooms.

Also, the three of them gave way too much!

So Director Wang agreed.

"Of course you may, but you can't stay with the children; they stay in the back, you can only stay in the front staff rooms. This... rule, I hope you can understand."

"Understood," Xu Mo nodded.

Seeing Xu Mo so easygoing,

Director Wang couldn't help but have a better impression of the three of them.

These days, people who are wealthy, so caring, and easy to talk to are rare.

"Alright then, Mr. Li, follow me. I'll take you to the rooms you'll stay in at night... Those rooms were previously occupied by caretakers or teachers, but after they left, the rooms became vacant."

The three immediately followed.

They found a place to rest.

This resting place was also very safe.

The Investigation Team would hardly think that the three would travel far to stay at the Welfare Institute instead of choosing a hotel or inn.

Moreover, Xu Mo had just incidentally given the Investigation Team an Eye Drug.

That earlier plan to mislead the Investigation Team.

Actually, it wasn't that perfect.

Xu Mo himself wasn't even sure whether that plan could fool the Investigation Team.

But the plan actually has a two‑sided nature.

Whether the Investigation Team believes it or not, he doesn't lose.

As far as Xu Mo is concerned.

If the Investigation Team believes it, that's best—it lets them make a wasted trip.

A waste of their time.

If they don't believe it, that doesn't matter either.

Keeping the Investigation Team skeptical of every clue is also what Xu Mo wants.

They can doubt that the clue about Xu Mo hiding in the Nursing Home is false.

Similarly, even if the Investigation Team actually checks the Welfare Institute, they'll surely doubt the authenticity of that clue.

After all, the Welfare Institute and the Nursing Home are very similar in nature.

Both are places that ordinary people basically never go.

Moreover, both places are vastly different from where Xu Mo previously stayed temporarily.

Truth and falsehood, illusion and reality—who can tell the difference?

……

Nursing Home.

After getting the clue, the Investigation Team didn't hesitate and rushed over.

The Nursing Home's elderly residents.

They are basically those who lack self‑care ability and are hard of hearing, difficult to look after, and can only be sent to the Nursing Home for professional care.

The Investigation Team's party had just parked at the entrance.

Inside the main gate, they saw an old man sitting alone, staring off.

Han Fei walked over with a smile.

"Hello, sir,"

The old man gave Han Fei a faint glance but said nothing.

Even though he was ignored.

Han Fei still asked with a smile.

"Sir, do you often sit by the entrance? Did you see a young man come in today, applying for a caregiver position?"

Hearing this, the old man turned his head to look at the group behind him chatting over tea.

He answered with disdain, "Why would I play with them? A bunch of seventy‑something kids, I'm already ninety, what reason do I have to play with them?"

Han Fei: "……"

Are they talking about the same matter?

Han Fei thought perhaps the old man was old and a bit hard of hearing, and his voice had been too low for the old man to hear clearly.

So he raised his voice.

"Sir, do you have a new caregiver today? His name is Xu Mo."

The old man, not hearing clearly, asked, "Xu what?"

"Xu Mo!" Han Fei shouted again, raising his voice.

"What Mo?"

"Xu Mo!"

"Huh?" the old man said thoughtfully, "I don't know 6…"

Han Fei: "……"

Alright, a futile question.

What the heck is this all about!?

Is their conversation on the same channel?

Not at all!

You ask east, they say west.

You say 'big horse monkey', they say 'locomotive'.

You say 'big horse monkey eats children', they say 'the locomotive has wheels'.

Can't get a clear answer.

Han Fei simply gave up.

Planning to ask someone else.

"Please have a seat."

After saying that, the four of them switched targets.

This time, they approached a group of old men sitting together, drinking tea and chatting.

"Gentlemen, excuse me, I'd like to ask whether a new caregiver has arrived today at our Nursing Home—quite young, named Xu Mo."

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