At the end of the alley, a very ordinary black car was parked. As Yao Qing approached, she saw a man with a face mask sitting inside.
Wen Nianchu pushed her into the car and was about to sit in the passenger seat, but he paused and ended up following Yao Qing into the back instead.
"It's too quiet here, something doesn't seem right, leave quickly."
He lowered his voice to the man in the front and after he finished speaking, he added, "Your commission will be tripled, leave this place fast, don't waste your life."
To waste time here was to doubly waste life.
The car suddenly started, and Yao Qing watched the rapidly changing scenes outside her window, her silent and sullen expression subtly rippling.
"Did they do anything to you, tell me."
Wen Nianchu's muted voice reached her ears. Yao Qing turned towards him following the sound. His brow was furrowed tightly, his facial expressions somewhat rigid and fierce.
It began to overlap with the face in her memory.
