An An stood at the doorway, with Zhuo Feng's clothes draped over her shoulders, and she felt a tremor throughout her body.
The night in Dian City, the wind in Dian City, is truly cold.
In less than five minutes, Zhuo Feng came out dragging a suitcase, "Miss, it's ready."
"Let's go."
Zhuo Feng looked at the current state of her Miss, very worried, holding the suitcase with one hand and grasping her shoulder with the other.
"Miss, Uncle Hu and I are staying at the guesthouse across the street, the environment is quite clean. If you don't like it, we can go home tomorrow, there's nothing fun around here anyway."
An An nodded, yes, she should go back.
This trip, she had already accomplished the most important thing.
As for Captain Chen, it's not a big deal whether she's here or not, it's no longer very important.
And after Zhuo Feng and Zhuo Anan entered the military district guesthouse, Lu Mingfei's figure disappeared.
