The sheep-tongued goose opened his eyes amid a jolt. What lingered on his nose was not the usual coffee aroma in office buildings, but the strong smell of grass and leather. She sat up suddenly and saw the car curtains sewn with coarse cloth, and her fingertips touched the cold and hard wooden wall - this was not her general manager's secretary's office by the window, let alone the soft Simmons in her apartment.
"Girl, are you awake?" A rough voice came from outside the car, and then the car curtain was opened by a thick-knuckled hand. Standing in the backlight was a man wearing a gray cloth with a rusty machete on his waist. "We will reach the border of Taizhou ahead. It's time to rest after walking for half an hour."
