Li Xiangling sneered and turned off the light when she met Yun Xiangxiang's teasing gaze. "Don't think too much. I have no feelings for him."
Yun Xiangxiang pondered in the dark and shrugged. She did not say anything else and closed his eyes to sleep.
The next day, they left the place and headed to the next station. The medical team that Song Mian had hired still had a few days of volunteer service.
Sure enough, just as Yun Xiangxiang had expected, before they reached the destination, their cell phone's signal was displayed as "G" . They could still make the call, but they could not dream of surfing the Internet.
The car still could not get in. The road was too narrow, and only the specially made small tricycles could get in.
The road was bumpy, and many people did not throw up in the car. They were thrown up by the bumpy road.