The car slowly started moving, leaving the airport.
In the car.
Shen Yanhe leaned on Fu Yanhe's shoulder, drowsy and on the verge of sleep.
It had taken nearly thirteen hours to fly from Daxia to M country.
Although she had slept for a while during those thirteen hours, she had never slept soundly, and as soon as she got in the car, sleepiness overwhelmed her.
Fu Yanhe's cool, slender fingers gently played with her scattered hair, making it easier for her to sleep.
"BOSS," Shi Fang, who was in the front passenger seat, deep in thought, finally realized why Xiang Ling'an seemed so familiar to him.
He resembled the leader of Group 094's Second Team—the despicable, shameless Siamese cat—who had stolen a batch of military arms from their Luo Net not long ago!
Shi Fang turned excitedly, about to ask Fu Yanhe about Xiang Ling'an's identity, when Fu Yanhe glanced at him with a mild expression and said in a lowered tone, "Keep it down."
