Thirty minutes can feel neither long nor short. Thanks to the quick rotation of the four wheels, the young couple took a spin around the city.
With a radiant expression, Zhou Jiao skillfully gripped the steering wheel, occasionally glancing out the window, and regretfully discovered that the whole city had seemingly fallen asleep.
Seeing this, she lost interest; initially, she wanted to drive to the small train stop, but then considered that driving around at this late hour might be too conspicuous. So she decided to turn around and head towards the transaction point in the suburbs.
Before the car got close, three people were already waiting there. Judging by the cigarettes in their hands, they must have been waiting for a while.
Having dealt before, the middle-aged man didn't say much this time. He tallied the number of goods inside the car and tossed a black cloth bag to Zhang Guoqing.
