South Grant listened to Nathan Foster's words without taking them to heart, but after a while, she finally understood.
Artificial sabotage!
What a friggin' artificial sabotage!
Do your soldiers know you're such a pro at driving?
"Haha, you seem to know a lot about it, looks like you sabotage quite often." South Grant mocked.
Nathan Foster glanced at her and thought of the words she said to Chester Lynch a few days ago.
"I know, but I don't need to. On the other hand, 'Lonely Courtyard Spring is Late,'" only your right hand can help you out, you know it well, don't you?"
South Grant: "..."
At this moment, Nathan Foster was driving, glancing at South Grant in the passenger seat, her stifled expression made the corners of his lips curl up slightly.
Nathan Foster drove directly back to the military base, and South Grant, noticing the route back, called out to Nathan from the back seat.
"Alright, just stop here. You go handle your matters, I'll take a cab home."
