Li Yifei grabbed the food and gasoline, didn't stay, turned around, and left. Wu Shuwei quickly followed. She didn't know what this Anchor Organization was that the older man mentioned, but Li Yifei's serious expression made her tense up too.
Even though they had just met a day ago, Wu Shuwei already trusted Li Yifei deeply. Otherwise, she would rather wet herself than get out of the car to relieve herself.
On the way back, they saw the two dogs, who had transformed from fierce to tail-wagging, following beside them, panting for attention.
Back in the car, Li Yifei let Wu Shuwei get in, while he refueled the gas tank.
Wu Shuwei rummaged through the package given by the Arab man, which contained some local snacks, a kind of food similar to the crusty pancake from the Xinjiang Region, and two bags of clear water.
