There were indeed few people at the West Pier, and now that the pier was almost abandoned, practically no boats docked there, only some abandoned vessels left uncared for.
Yet because of this, it became the best choice for those people to smuggle themselves.
The taxi stopped right in front of the pier, and Tan Shuya glanced outside, realizing the boat she had arranged hadn't arrived yet, making her frown.
She raised her wrist to check her watch; it was already past five or six in the afternoon, and soon, it would get dark, and she… would soon leave An City, taking Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao's son away, disappearing from these people's sight.
