Hen Zhiyuan thought about the predicament he was facing and hesitated for two seconds before agreeing, "Alright."
"Mm. That's the spirit." Guan Qing smiled, leaning her head on Hen Zhiyuan's shoulder, "Let's go. Don't worry about what's happening right now! Perhaps if you take a different path, you may find yourself on a broad avenue."
Hen Zhiyuan nodded his head.
A party of five left South Street and walked towards their car.
From the crowd, three figures emerged, watching the departing sedan with helpless sighs.
"I'm telling you, Yan Huan, even if you're tailing someone, you should at least get a vehicle, right? Even if we don't have a military car, we should at least get one that can drive straight, no? Do you expect us to chase a sedan with our bare feet?"
"Yeah. Sister Yan, you're so hell-bent on stealthily stalking because of your first love, Commander Qin. What are we in it for?" The speaker was Yan Huan's sworn sister, Pu Xiao.
