"Alright, I'll handle this personally. Let's drive!"
A fishing boat was docked at the port, with a few wisps of smoke rising from its chimney, emitting the aroma of food. A fisherman was drying nets at the bow of the boat, while another person, likely a woman, was tossing freshly caught fish into the wooden shed, sorting them by size.
A car slowly drove into the dock. The person in the car tightly held a handbag, nervously got out, and the driver, without saying much, took a suitcase from the trunk and placed it on the ground. "These are clothes and supplies Miss Ye prepared for you. Come with me now." The driver started dragging the suitcase toward the fishing boat.
"Why did we stop so far away?" The car had stopped as soon as they entered the dock, still about ten meters away from the fishing boat.
"To be cautious." The driver walked briskly, forcing Yan Juanjuan to trot to keep up, yet she still couldn't understand what it meant to be cautious in a place like this.
