"This workshop location is quite remote, we've even left Xiling."
Parking the car on the roadside flat ground, Yangliang got out of the car, glanced at the slightly desolate surroundings, and casually remarked.
At this point, he was already outside the town's boundary, in the nearby village area.
The road beside him was no longer asphalt but rather an evidently aged concrete road, with most of the friction patterns worn away, and many cracks visible. The bumpiness on the way here was quite noticeable.
But luckily, it wasn't a dirt road.
Remember, if roads in a village are still dirt roads these days, it proves that throwing a pack of cigarettes on the ground and asking who dropped it could spark a world war, with customs as simple as Gotham.
Right now, it's a very normal situation.
Alongside, Lin Li, who had been abandoned by Yan Aosong's sad smile and got into Yangliang's car, also got out and while checking the messages on his phone, snapped his fingers:
