The black business car gradually drove into the alley of Changle Street under the cover of night.
"Xiao Lin, I've sent you a message on your phone. Please help me buy the items as per the instructions there."
The black business car just came to a stop, and Lin Ying slowly opened her mouth to speak to the driver in front.
"Okay."
Xiao Lin glanced at the phone message. The message Lin Ying sent was a shopping list, listing fifteen or sixteen types of snacks and some drinks.
Xiao Lin took a look and didn't ask anything. He left the driver's seat directly, ran into a supermarket on Changle Street, bought a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of water, and then lazily sat on a rest chair to smoke.
Meanwhile, the back door of the business car opened, and Ansheng, with a plastic bag in mouth, darted out from inside.
A white figure flashed, climbed the high wall with ease, and directly climbed to the third-floor window ledge.
"Hey—my favorite is the guy who smokes in the office."
