At this point, given the current situation, it seems everything has already become a foregone conclusion.
Li Zaijun had no choice but to send her ID number over, preparing to head to her place.
Night fell.
The city lights were ablaze, and the traffic was endless.
Lu Xiao was driving an off-road vehicle, occasionally glancing at the two people in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
His gaze was rather helpless.
"We have no choice. We'll have to get to the airport, pass security first, then go to the bathroom to put on makeup and a wig for you."
Wen Xian applied a dark foundation to her fair skin, thickened her eyebrows, deepened the soft contour of her brow and eyes, and later put on a wig with a small mustache on her lips, ensuring no one would recognize her.
