Cao Lei felt awkward, staring straight at the three men's conspicuously exposed backsides. He was sure they would be discovered any second.
Song Fan silently pressed his head down, preventing him from staring at the three men.
Human sixth sense was strange. When someone stared at you, you always felt it.
Having been a mercenary, Song Fan knew this well. Although she wanted to watch the three men's movements, she refrained from staring directly at them.
Through the bushes, she occasionally glimpsed the three men's homemade straw hats, indicating they had some combat experience.
However, after nearly half an hour, Song Fan and Cao Lei's muscles ached from the strain, and there was still no movement ahead.
Cao Lei, especially, being a spoiled young master, was physically weak. He was about to shift his position.
He was on the verge of his limit. The surrounding bushes would inevitably rustle with any movement, making detection unavoidable.
