C228 Tracing

Just like yesterday, it was still dark when Zhao Fengnian and the others drove towards the direction of the black iron s workshop.

However, there seemed to be something wrong with Mao Mao today. He did not look around like he did yesterday.

He stood quietly in the middle of the carriage, his body taut and his expression alert.

From time to time, Mao Mao would raise his head to sniff the air