Xiao Moli sat in his seat from beginning to end.
Even when Xiao Chen hit him, he didn't move an inch.
Irresponsible?
He raised his hand to touch his bruised lip, a touch of bitterness welled up in his heart.
To be on the safe side, a few hours later, several people got off the plane in the neighboring B Country, transferring to D Country.
Ten hours later, the group had already set foot on D Country's soil.
Xiao Chen had long prepared human skin masks, and they made a simple disguise.
Under Xiao Yining's guidance, they drove to a picturesque little town.
The car stopped in front of a small inn, and they alighted, disguised as tourists, and walked in.
Xiao Yining went to the reception, smiling brightly like a normal child and spoke to the staff.
"Hello, we'd like two rooms."
"Please wait a moment."
After checking the arrangement, the receptionist smiled and said, "Sorry, there's only two rooms left on the top floor. If you don't like them, I can help contact another inn."
