Lin Xiao looked in the direction of Tang Ling's finger and immediately saw an antique store.
This antique store looks ordinary, but through the glass door you can see that the interior space is very large and filled with rows of shelves.
At this moment, many customers are admiring antiques in the antique store.
There were all kinds of guests, young, old, male, female, businessmen, scholars, about thirty people in total.
I really didn’t expect that Tang Ling’s uncle’s shop would be so popular.
It seems that Tang Ling did not hide anything in her introduction to the antique shop just now, she was indeed telling the truth.
"Let's go in, Mr. Lin."
As Tang Ling spoke, she wanted to grab Lin Xiao's hand, but after she stretched out her hand, she hesitated and then retracted it.
She still didn't have the courage to hold Lin Xiao's hand.
Of course Lin Xiao noticed Tang Ling's little move, but he didn't say anything or express anything.
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Because although he has a slight affection for Tang Ling now, it is far from being called like him.
And he knew that there would be no result between him and Tang Ling.
So having an affair with her is just wasting her time.
As the saying goes, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Although Lin Xiao did not intend to reject Tang Ling directly, but he kept such a cold attitude, she would understand what he meant.
"Don't you need to cover up? Mr. Lin?"
Tang Ling said without anything to say.
"Cover up?"
Lin Xiao looked puzzled.
Tang Ling nodded, and then continued: "Yeah, cover it up, because didn't you appear on TV before? I think many people should remember your appearance. If we go in like this, maybe they will
Recognize it. This may cause you trouble. After all, you have a special status and are not comparable to ordinary people."
Tang Ling was quite thoughtful.
However, Lin Xiao doesn't think people's memories are that good.
After Zhao Zhigang killed the young master of the Chen family, Lin Xiao did make a statement on the local TV station in Dorado.
But when he appeared on TV, he put on makeup and wore military uniform.
However, now he has no makeup and is completely bare-faced, which is very different from the image on TV, and the clothes he wears are also very ordinary.
Therefore, the possibility of being recognized as the commander-in-chief of the Dorado City Defense Force is not high.
This was the reason why Wu Lianyun didn't recognize him before when he and Yuan Zheng ate in a hotpot restaurant.
"Don't worry, it's okay."
Lin Xiao said casually.
Then, the two of them walked into the antique store together.
As soon as you step into the door of the antique store, a lively atmosphere greets you.
Many people stood in front of the rows of shelves and commented on the antiques placed on the shelves, but they only admired them from a distance, and no one reached out to touch them.
This is of course, there are surveillance cameras in every direction and corner of the store, which are invisible warnings.
Moreover, the products here are antiques, not ordinary goods. If someone accidentally breaks it, they will have to pay a lot of money!
"Lingling, why are you here suddenly? You didn't even tell me in advance when you came to my place!"
An old man wearing a gray gown walked over quickly.
This old man's cheeks are very thin, his cheeks are slightly deflated, and there are several very obvious age spots on his face.
But he is very energetic and full of energy, and his mental state is much stronger than that of many young people!
"Uncle Dong, let me see you."
Tang Ling said with a smile.
"Come to see me? Are you here to search for my antiques? Hahahaha..."
Dong Qingfeng burst out laughing after saying this.
Although he said this, Dong Qingfeng didn't mind at all, and quickly said: "I just bought a batch of new antiques a few days ago, and some of them are quite interesting. If you like them, take them."
"Why is this so embarrassing?"
Tang Ling was slightly shy and said coyly.
"Hey, what's the point of a family talking about two different languages? I don't have a few more years to live. If I don't give you my things, do I have to wait until I die and take them to the coffin?"
Dong Qingfeng didn't care about avoiding taboos and just said what was in his heart.
But Tang Ling couldn't help but said quickly: "Uncle Dong, please don't talk nonsense, you can still live for many years!"
"It's just your sweet mouth."
Dong Qingfeng was so happy that he couldn't even close his mouth with laughter.
The guests seemed to know Tang Ling and came over to say hello.
"It turns out to be Miss Tang. Miss Tang, you haven't been to Mr. Dong's antique shop for a long time."
"It's been a few months since I last saw you. What have you been busy with recently? Are you helping your father with his business?"
"You're a girl, don't get involved in the weapons business. That's not a job for girls. Come to Mr. Dong's place more often when you have time. This store will be yours sooner or later."
So many people were saying polite words that Tang Ling didn't know how to respond.
Lin Xiao watched from the sidelines, and only now did he realize that Tang Ling was so popular.
At this moment, Dong Qingfeng suddenly looked towards Lin Xiao.
"Girl, this is..."
"Oh, he is my friend, his surname is Lin."
Tang Ling was worried that Lin Xiao's identity would be exposed and frighten Dong Qingfeng and the guests here, so she only mentioned his surname but not his full name.
Lin Xiao didn't care, nodded lightly and said, "Just call me Mr. Lin."
"Haha, Mr. Lin, what is your relationship with Lingling?"
Dong Qingfeng asked straight to the point.
This old guy is really direct when he speaks!
Couldn't you be a little polite?
However, Lin Xiao didn't particularly care. He glanced at the people around him, then looked at Dong Qingfeng, and said very calmly: "I'm just Miss Tang's friend, a very ordinary friend."
"Oh, are they just ordinary friends? I thought she finally fell in love with someone."
Dong Qingfeng burst out laughing.
Tang Ling's cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes looking at Lin Xiao were a little shy.
"Uncle Dong, please stop talking nonsense. Why does Mr. Lin like me? Let's not talk about this. Uncle Dong, didn't my father give you an ancient bronze sword before? That ancient bronze sword
Are the fragments of the sword still there?"
Tang Ling asked instead. She didn't want to dwell on the issue of Lin Xiao's identity, nor did she want to dwell on the issue of her relationship with Lin Xiao.
After all, the more you talk, the easier it is to reveal your truth.
And she was worried that the words of Uncle Dong and other guests would make Lin Xiao dissatisfied.
She knew Lin Xiao quite well and knew that Lin Xiao was not the kind of person who liked making noise.
"You came to see me as a drunkard and not interested in drinking... Why, your father wants you to take back the fragments of the ancient bronze sword? Why is your father so stingy and wants to take back the things he gave away?