Five minutes later.
The prisoner transport vehicle, streaked with the dim, mottled light under the streetlamps in the rain, slowly drove out of the gate.
The van was custom-made with three rows of seats, partitioned from one another. The backseat had welded steel-barred windows and was usually used for transporting prisoners. Watching the rows of lights recede outside the window and having no idea what was going on, Sun Chenghao, escorted by soldiers on either side, was completely limp and drenched in cold sweat on his back.
"Where, where are you taking me?"
Glancing at Sun Qing, Wu Qing couldn't help but snicker, his hand caressing her face with a dandiacal air.
"Ah Qing, tell me, why do idiots all become spies these days?!"
Sun Qing was very uncomfortable with his intimacy but didn't dare to push his wandering hands away, smiling faintly and saying, "Isn't there a limit to your mockery? Aren't you afraid he'll turn into a ghost and come after you?"
