Meng Shaoyuan, who was wearing migrant worker clothes, touched his pockets.

Holy shit, my cigarette is still in my windbreaker.

"Sir."

Li Zhifeng and Su Junwen, who were also dressed as migrant workers, came over.

"Walk."

Meng Shaoyuan said without looking back.

…

"Sir."

Jia Pengcheng, who had been waiting outside the airport for a long time, hurriedly came over to greet him.

"Do you have any cigarettes?"

"I don't smoke."

"This is such a bad habit."

Meng Shaoyuan muttered: "Get in the car and let's go."

"Where to go first?"

"Go and see Tian Bohe."

Jia Pengcheng started the car: "Sir, although Chief Xue thinks you are no longer in Changsha, if you do this, you will be exposed sooner or later. How will you leave Changsha then?"

"I didn't do it."

"Who did that?"

"You."

"ah?"

"You, Station Master Jia, fought against injustice and defended Tian Boqin and Sun Lun. That is truly benevolent and righteous."

"Director Meng, I don't want you to be so deceitful." Jia Pengcheng's face turned pale: "What does this have to do with me? I work with you and push the responsibility onto me."

Li Zhifeng and Su Junwen looked at each other and smiled.

Isn't this kind of thing your specialty, sir?

Meng Shaoyuan stopped talking and closed his eyes to rest.

Uncle Xue, don't blame me.

Maybe you will hate me now, but sooner or later, you will thank me.
Chapter completed!