In the evening, a convoy of cars drove through the mountains. Although the sun and the clouds had "burned" the sky red, the people in the cars were in no mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery before them.
The back of the car was filled with a suffocating silence. The two people in the back didn't say anything. The oppressive atmosphere made Old Zhao, who was the driver, feel even more pressured.
This family had been like this since yesterday. What exactly happened? He couldn't help but wonder.
The old man, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, did not panic. He looked at the father-daughter pair in the back seat and found it interesting. Although the two of them looked angry on the surface, the truth was that the two of them were concerned about each other.
The old man's thoughts returned to the previous day,
"Chaochao, I think you should go back and take a look…" Xie Zhou said earnestly.