"Hey, Chu Nan, drive slower. Look, Durica was about to fly!"
Angie Prairie's complaints did not attract any approval from Durica, who was sitting beside her. Instead, she let out a happy laugh.
Seeing Durica's excited expression, Angie Prairie could only roll her eyes helplessly and say nothing else.
Now, they were sitting in a small truck and moving at high speed towards the "village" that Durica had mentioned.
Due to the fact that there were no proper roads in this wasteland, and this small truck was an old and tattered train that should have been eliminated hundreds of years ago, it naturally could not be considered comfortable. Therefore, the degree of bumps along the way could be imagined.
This was naturally not a problem for Chu Nan who was in charge of driving but it was definitely a problem for her.
