Yang Zhengxi indeed arrived in the middle of the night.
When he came, the village was pitch dark, even the dogs had stopped barking. The taxi followed the GPS route nervously. The driver kept glancing at him in the rearview mirror. If it weren't for the fact that the passenger was just a young boy, the driver would have been genuinely anxious.
After all, during such an ordinary time, in this meandering, remote village, who would come in the middle of the night? Hearing from the whispers on the road, it was his first visit here...
Ugh! Could he have fallen for a scam?
The driver imagined all kinds of hair-raising stories, while Yang Zhengxi clutched his stomach impatiently: So hungry, so hungry, so hungry!
To save time, he had eaten nothing but the airplane meal. After getting off the plane, he took the subway, rushed to the high-speed train station, and then directly called for a taxi after getting off the train...
