Shangguan Wan glanced out of the vehicle window instinctively.
The narrow road was covered in bumps, as the military vehicle drove through the hills.
The constant vibrations made Shangguan Wan feel like her body was about to fall apart. Her mind was still slightly dizzy as she looked away from the hills and down instead, a pair of long legs entering her sight.
She looked up at the owner of the legs, only to see Ye Yanfeng sitting on the other side of the window in a black leather jacket. He was wearing a pair of black sunglasses, his scarlet lips slightly pursed. She didn't know if he was asleep or awake.
Recalling what happened to Bo Yan and their team, Shangguan Wan felt as if her heart had been clenched tightly by an invisible black hand, so much so that she was almost suffocating.
Two people were sitting in the front row of the military car, the middle-aged man who seemed to be Uncle Zhong sitting in the front passenger seat.