Bian Tou got out of bed in the morning, pulled open the door to his room, and came out onto the balcony to stretch his arms and breathe in some fresh air.
He lifted his hand to observe the rising sun, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.
In his hand was a storage card; he had been waiting for the opportunity to pass this card to a contact person ever since he stored information on it. However, recent activity from all parties had been significant; the higher-ups had already started to have suspicions, and Bian Tou was among those under suspicion.
Those who were doubted were closely watched; Bian Tou knew that his residence had surveillance devices, and there were people watching him around the area, so he was quite anxious, although he did not let this emotion show.
As Bian Tou was thinking, a warm, soft body pressed up against his back.
"What's the matter?"
The person behind him asked.
The woman had a beautiful and clear face, appearing to be the gentle and submissive type.
