My Spy Years

By the time you stepped through the door, the carriage was teeming with people, packed so tightly it felt like being in a sardine can.,So, Lao Liao is getting old, he pretends to be unable to squeeze onto the train.,He clutched his ticket pouch tightly, his gaze piercing as he scrutinized every passenger up and down. "Tickets for those boarding!" he shouted from his perch.。