Write his name and the date on the registration form next to him.

During this break, he and the driver loaded the supplies onto the vehicle.

A few days later.

Lin Jingyu and Yang Shujue came to the county town together.

She specially placed another batch of supplies.

My cousin should be arriving in the next few days.

"Why hasn't Yang Shujue come back from the black market yet?"

After cleaning up, Lin Jingyu still hadn't seen anyone.

Picking up her basket, she said as she walked, "I'm going out to buy some things too. If she comes back early, I'll wait for her."

After locking the door.

Lin Jingyu walked towards the alley she knew well.

We walked through the streets and alleys.

She bought a lot of things again.

As we prepared to return to the bungalow.

Suddenly, a series of chaotic footsteps came from the alley ahead.

Lin Jingyu immediately stopped and wondered whether she should leave this place.

Unfortunately, she couldn't avoid this alley even if she wanted to.

So he frowned and looked ahead.

Soon, a slightly flustered figure ran towards them.

There were two people following behind him.

When Lin Jingyu saw the other person's face clearly, her expression immediately darkened.

"It's you~"

Qian Luyuan, who was running over, saw a familiar face and couldn't help but shout, "Run! What are you doing standing here?"

"You can't escape."

Two middle-aged men with unfriendly expressions have caught up.

One of them had a cold smile lingering on his lips. "Kid, come with us obediently, and you might have a way out."

"You, who are you?"

Knowing he couldn't escape, Qian Luyuan, panting heavily, demanded sharply, "Why are you arresting me?"

"Kid, you don't need to know too much."

The middle-aged man with a sinister face narrowed his eyes. "We originally only wanted to arrest you, but since this young lady is someone you know, then come with us."

"If you're going to arrest someone, arrest only me."

Qian Luyuan immediately shielded Lin Jingyu behind him, gritting his teeth and saying, "Spare the innocent, or you can forget about me going with you."

"Kid, don't you think too highly of yourself?"

The middle-aged man with slanted eyebrows sneered, "Do we need to listen to you to decide who we want to arrest?"