"There won't be a next time. If there is, either you stop following me, or I don't need a messenger. If I have something to say, I'll say it myself!"
Wen Xin's tone was icy cold, and her attitude was extremely aloof. She placed a duckbill cap on her head and chose to ignore Mu Bei any further.
Mu Bei, seeing Wen Xin's demeanor, wisely closed his mouth, daring not to make any sound.
At that moment, the quiet atmosphere inside the car felt suffocating.
Around ten o'clock at night, a convoy of more than a dozen cars arrived at the border of the Southern Territory. There was a checkpoint surrounded by the border, guarded by military police.
Wen Xin, who had been sleeping the entire way, slowly opened her eyes and surveyed the outside scene. She narrowed her slightly groggy eyes, not expecting the grip on the border to be so strict in F territory.
"Do we still need to get out of the car for inspection?" she asked.
"No need..." The one answering Wen Xin was the driver.
