"Mister, you have to look down from here to see it."
Gu Nuan Nuan wasn't in the mood to guess what kind of manager this "Manager Shao" was. She certainly wasn't going to let on that she already knew his "manager" identity was a cover, so she just pretended she didn't know anything.
Seeing his skepticism, she tugged on his arm and led him to the spot where she had pointed out the rear of the bus to her uncle.
"There really is a bus hanging there," the young driver exclaimed.
"Little girl, how long has your uncle been down there? Why didn't he go to a nearby village to call the police instead of risking it and climbing down himself?" Shao Qingyang's brows furrowed as he stared at the back of the bus hanging on the cliff, his expression growing more and more solemn.
