Shi Cangyue held the lawyer's letter in her hands and rode a small electric donkey on the dirt road in the suburbs until her buttocks became numb.
"A lunatic asylum? My distant uncle, who didn't even attend the funeral, actually left a lunatic asylum for me?"
He lowered his head and glanced at the address on the lawyer's letter - "Twilight Sanitation Center". The name was quite literary. The navigation showed that it was in the wasteland ahead.
The little electric donkey rushed up a slope, and Shi Cangyue braked suddenly.
