The car sped along the road, and Song Weiyi's heart pounded like a drum struck by lightning, a feeling tinged with excitement amidst the fear.
It was hard to describe her emotions at that moment with words.
Song Weiyi looked down and sent Pei Chenyang a text message, then deleted all the related information.
Upon reaching the destination, someone was there to receive her. Song Weiyi applied some ugly makeup that made her look like an American woman in her thirties.
Before reaching the final destination, the driver dropped her off and told her to go on her own.
This time, Song Weiyi was entering in the guise of a cook.
The security check was strict. Her cell phone was confiscated, and she was not allowed to bring it in.
And Song Weiyi did not bring any other prohibited items, but the inspector couldn't help but glance at her belly several times.
"Go ahead."
