Unless decisive action is taken immediately, a cleanup is necessary.
"Don't be fooled by its rough exterior—inside, it's quite comfortable. Would you like to give it a try, teacher?"
Ji Jue patted his chest confidently, "I'll drive personally. You can rest, and if your thermos even sways the slightest bit, it's all on my poor skills!"
"Enjoy it yourself."
Ye Xian shook her head, immovable as a mountain, folded the newspaper aside, and stood up with the thermos.
The crowd in the distance seemed to notice her movement, and soon a large motorhome, modest on the outside but luxuriously furnished inside, had already pulled up beside her.
The door opened, and a blast of air-conditioned cold mixed with a subtle fragrance wafted through the air.
The champagne and ice cubes in the ice bucket made a crisp sound as they touched, and a drop of condensed dew slowly fell.
"Yesterday, a sudden earthquake changed our route; the journey might take an extra half hour now."
