The adrenaline in Song Heping's body began to seep out quietly.
Go with him?
Once inside that little black room, what happens next becomes entirely uncontrollable.
His mind raced, assessing the possibility of forcing his way through, his eyes subconsciously starting to search for the nearest exit and potential obstacles.
However, his strong resolve, honed by years of living on the edge, allowed him to maintain a slightly confused and harmless businessman's expression on the surface.
He furrowed his brows slightly, speaking in fluent English, with a tone that carried just the right amount of surprise and an almost imperceptible hint of humility, asking, "A problem? Sir, may I ask what the issue is? My passport and visa should both be valid."
The customs officer leaned back in his chair, tapping the passport with his fingers intermittently, wearing an "you know what I mean" expression.
