The phone vibrated.
It was a seemingly ordinary advertisement text message, but her eyes widened instantly—this was the signal she had arranged with Second Brother.
Manman clenched the phone tightly, got up with a composed expression, and walked to the bathroom. After turning on the exhaust fan, she dialed Qin Lou's number.
The call was answered quickly, as if he had been waiting for it. "Manman."
"Second Brother, what's wrong?"
"Everything on this end is set. The boat ticket is for tonight at three a.m.,"
Qin Lou shared the location of the pier, then frowned and asked, "We're being forced to act in this northern area, and it's been hard—it was just finalized recently. The timing is tight… Can you find a way to get out?"
"Hm," Manman lowered her voice, "I think I can. I'll do my best."
"Should I send someone to pick you up…"
