After entering the base, Bai Ling and the others were the same as before, but instead of handing in the original things, they handed in a small jar for the milk powder that Wang Jieming drank.

"Wait a minute!" Just as Bai Ling and the others were about to go to the registration office, the man who collected things frowned and looked at Bai Ling.

"Huh?" Bai Ling didn't know why.

"Can you let us check your backpack?" If it's as flat as before, it doesn't look like much at all, and it's obviously a personal item, and they will never check it.

It took a long time for them to find their own voices, "This... is all under this?"

This package is not small.

Gudong——the two swallowed their saliva. They just feel that the woman in front of them is like the other side flower in the Yellow Spring River, coquettish and dangerous.