...
That night.
After visiting a few stores and loading all the returned appliances into the car.
Zhang Feng drove, heading back with Old Tian.
Until 11 p.m.
Rural road.
Zhang Feng was still driving.
"Pretty quiet."
At this moment, Old Tian was sitting in the passenger seat with a few DVD discs in his hand, "Since Xiaolin left, it's not as lively on the road."
"On the delivery trips, it was only you two talking." Zhang Feng looked ahead, "Now with one chatterbox less, it's indeed much quieter."
"Idleness is idleness." Old Tian yawned, "Brother, why not just park here?"
Here, it was only a hundred-some miles from where they picked up Old Tian.
Zhang Feng thought he wanted to get off here, so he stopped the car too,
"This desolate wilderness, why would you get off here?"
