Half an hour later, the day had fully brightened, with only a few pedestrians on the streets and a gradually increasing number of cars.
The black SUV now reached the edge of Shuntian City, where Qian San turned to look at Yan Junze and asked, "Are you sure you want to head to the outskirts?"
Yan Junze appeared calm, but his mood had actually hit rock bottom. He nodded slightly, "Take this road to the outskirts, about two kilometers further, then stop."
"And then?" Qian San, fearing he might have to travel even farther into the outskirts, probed cautiously.
After all, he had been driving all night without sleep, and now his eyelids were fighting a fierce battle, feeling like they could close at any moment.
Actually, now that it was bright, going to the outskirts wouldn't be a problem, but as a qualified veteran driver, safety was his primary concern.
