My Spy Years

You could hear Liu Ah-da, the wonton seller, arguing with Ma Auntie again.,The happiest time is when we meet with our comrades, chat and talk about work, and imagine the bright future of our motherland in everyone's hearts.,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.。