Seeing Liu Fuping outside the car window, Qiu Tu raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised.
After all, it was already 12 o'clock at night.
In these troubled times, the night was very dangerous, and without a car, a beautiful woman traveling alone deep into the night was not a simple matter.
So, unless there was a special circumstance, Liu Fuping would not take the risk of coming out to meet him.
And thinking of special circumstances... Qiu Tu's heart suddenly stirred: Could it be... she also knew about the female spy's death?
With that thought, Qiu Tu smiled at Liu Fuping, then opened the car door and got out.
Liu Fuping was wearing a green knitted sweater tonight. The sweater was loose, with a large, slightly skewed neckline, allowing one to see the black strap of her lingerie on her fair left shoulder, and if one looked down, there was a cleavage that could bury a person.