On a sunny morning, Zhao Menfeng and Wang Ke, who came out of Guiyang Airport in Guizhou, carrying two large suitcases and two travel bags, got into a cab outside the airport and casually said the name of a hotel to the cab driver.
Ten minutes later.
Wang Ke, who had a gloomy face, turned his head towards behind him and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Master, there is a car following us behind."
Zhao Menfeng nodded silently, a few minutes ago, he had realized that there was someone following behind him, only, he was silently thinking in his mind, how to deal with the person following behind him, so he didn't open his mouth to speak.
Wang Ke glanced at Master Zhao Menfeng, the coldness in his eyes flickered, since Master he knew and didn't take a stance, it would be up
