The convoy sped along the highway, and Wen Xian, having just plucked a hair from the tiger's butt, now dared not act rashly.
Yet her gaze kept drifting toward the vehicles behind her.
Why had they dispatched so many people?
Curious, she voiced her question, "Are you all off to carry out some mission?"
Lu Xiao glanced at her indifferently, "It's nothing important, just recovering a batch of deer antlers and animal furs."
Wen Xian arched her eyebrows slightly; of course, she didn't wish for him to be involved in any dangerous tasks.
At that moment, Lu Xiao seemed to remember something and took the initiative to say, "Right, the police investigated the 'Calm and Composed' account and found it was registered with a foreign number, making it hard to trace and inquire."
Upon hearing this, Wen Xian's heart sank instantly.
