Xiao Qiao raised an eyebrow, feeling even more puzzled.
Wesley reached out, gently ruffled her hair, "Don't worry too much about other people's business."
"That makes sense."
Why overly concern yourself with others' affairs?
Returning from the Capital City to the base wasn't very far; driving takes a little over an hour. Mu Yuan had drunk quite a bit — the more he drank, the paler he got, though his face didn't show signs of overdrinking. Along the way, he supported his head, not wanting to talk, with his eyes closed, pretending to nap.
He thought it would be best if the journey was silent all the way to the base.
"You've been cooperating a lot with the Carefree Sect this year," Jack suddenly said.
Mu Yuan mumbled in affirmation.
Jack said, "I remember you've been involved in three overseas operations this year: once in Cuba, once in Israel, and once in New York. All three times were in collaboration with the Carefree Sect?"
