"Miss, what should we do now?"
Song Yan thought for a moment, they certainly couldn't just sit here waiting for doom.
The temperature inside the car wasn't much higher than outside, and if they stayed like this for a long time, something was bound to go wrong.
"Uncle Yang, are you familiar with this area? Is there a business district or something nearby?"
"This is a desolate area; it seems we have to pass this part to reach any business district."
The driver had an idea and replied, "Right! Miss, I can go ahead and look for someone to fix the car, you wait here, I'll be back shortly!"
Song Yan was just about to shout to him, but he had already deftly gotten out of the car and, with hurried steps, walked toward the front.
This...
Song Yan hunched her shoulders.
A few minutes later, unable to endure the silence and cold in the car, she opened the door and stepped out, standing alone in the snowy night, waiting.
