He wasn't selling food, which led her to the conclusion that it could only be people…
Fu Jiu tightened her fingers, the light in her eyes dimming; the darkness resembling the night sky, fierce and tumultuous.
The situation was much more complicated than she had imagined…
And she couldn't affort to alert the enemy in the slightest.
This tiny evidence she had obtained wasn't going to be of much use. Therefore, it would never end until the buyers are exposed.
Fu Jiu used QQ to search for Teacher Yang's account.
The information was vague, consisting only of his age and occupation, but the occupation column caught her eye.
She froze and felt the sudden urge to smoke.
She didn't bother hiding as she headed out, grabbing a box of Marlboro from the counter.
She lit a cigarette. Unlike Qin Mo, Fu Jiu eluded an air of indifference whenever she smoked.
