Nangong Na naturally had no objections to this. She just sat in the front passenger seat to protect herself (the rear seat was piled up with luggage, leaving very little room), watching her phone while waiting for the driver to finish loading the stuff.
At the same time
Cui Xiaoyu, after finishing his second cigarette, carefully put it out and threw the butt into the trash can. He was about to turn around to see if the driver had found a second customer when he realized that he was unknowingly surrounded.
There were seven or eight lively young men, around his age, in their early twenties, and among them were three faces familiar to him: the blond hair and his two friends whom he'd just parted with not long ago.
These spirited young men who silently surrounded Cui Xiaoyu all had gloomy expressions. Among them were a couple of guys with tattoos of mackerels and bulky tigers on their shoulders, looking quite fierce.
