The journey was rough and bumpy, taking four hours, and Cheng Hao had thrown up everything in his stomach, leaving him utterly disoriented.
This damned place, why are the roads so terrible!
From yesterday to today, Cheng Hao had only eaten the instant noodles in his bag. Fortunately, he had bought quite a few before leaving; otherwise, he might not even have afforded instant noodles.
As soon as he got off the bus, Cheng Hao didn't care about anything else and just sat down on a roadside stone, waiting until he had finished throwing up, which finally made him feel a lot better.
Compared to Ningbei, Gaoliang County was indeed an extremely backward county town—the tallest building was only six stories high!
Where does Brother Cheng live again?
Cheng Hao rotated his eyeballs, looked around the backward county town, and thought that when he saw Pei Yicheng, he definitely needed to properly acknowledge his hardships.