Night had fallen.
Light rain was still trickling down, and a police SUV was parked on the limestone driveway outside Wen Yuan Ge in the Qing Imperial Palace.
The lines formed by the rainwater on the window resembled tiny meandering rivers…
At that moment, Miao Ying was sitting upright, eyeing the command vehicle in the distance. This was because the chiefs of the Secret Service Agency had been consorting with Zhao Yu in the command vehicle ever since they arrived…
"Zzz… zzz…"
Sounds of snoring were being emitted by Cui Lizhu, who was fast asleep and curled up on the passenger seat.
Miao Ying glanced at her. Looking at Cui Lizhu curled up in the fetal position, Miao Ying figured that she must have been feeling cold. She grabbed a set of uniforms from the backseat and placed them on Cui Lizhu.
"Oh, oh…"