Feng Qingqing looked at the several massive bundles and the expensive-looking leather suitcase at Tian Xingzhu’s feet, her eyes darting back and forth.
For some reason, seeing Tian Xingzhu in her current state, four words involuntarily surfaced in her mind: a lamb to the slaughter.
She scanned her surroundings and realized that because it was mid-morning and the alleyway where Tian Xingzhu sat was narrow, there were very few passersby. It was quiet, and not a soul had walked past.
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