He didn't bring a voice changer to the weapon market today. Joy also knew he was tired and let him sleep the entire time. Xiao Qiao clearly smelled a scent of blood, especially after the airplane took off, and the scent got even stronger.
It was quite discomforting. She frowned and used a mirror to check her makeup, skillfully adjusting it to see who was behind her. She saw a face with sunglasses and a mask, a glimpse of a fair chin showing, also wearing a hat, practically fully armed. Since boarding, it was a woman beside him taking care of him. Such a heavy scent of blood, it really seemed as if he had a wound somewhere.
This is Pakistan, and Qiao Xia didn't want to meddle either. Taylor had already very patiently told her not to cause trouble along the way, though she didn't know if he meant something specific. Xiao Qiao put away the mirror.
Joy breathed a sigh of relief, sincerely feeling that the flight time would be a torment.
Xiao Qiao is definitely a person of action.
