On the way.
In the luxury Mercedes-Benz minivan, Miao Xian'er was swinging her fair little legs, absorbed in playing a mobile game.
Ghost Granny's face, full of wrinkles, was without any expression, her somewhat cloudy eyes also half-closed as if she were asleep.
Ringing...
A call came through to Miao Xian'er's mobile phone.
Miao Xian'er glanced at it but didn't bother to answer. A few minutes later, after finishing a game, she called back, "Hello, Young Master Liu, I was playing a game."
"Hehe, Miss Xian'er, have you set off?"
The soft and sinister voice of Liu Yupan came through the phone.
"Yeah, isn't it just dealing with two ordinary people? Do I need to make any preparations?"
Miao Xian'er said nonchalantly.
"Of course, who in the world can stand against Miss Xian'er once she makes a move?"