Ye Meier covered her nose, looking disgusted.

Zhang Shaozhong used a combination of coaxing and deception to finally get the two of them into the car.

The car was already quite full of people, the air was stuffy, and there was a mix of smells.

They found seats in the back row. Zhang Shaozhong let Ling Qingxue sit by the window, while he sat in the middle, leaving Ye Meier on the other side of the aisle!

This was the seating arrangement he could think of that would minimize conflict.

The car started, the engine emitted a dull roar, and the entire cabin vibrated.

"!!!"

Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier both stiffened at the same time, their hands instinctively grabbing the back of the seats in front of them.

"Relax, relax! It's just that the car has started!"

Zhang Shaozhong quickly offered quiet words of comfort.

The car slowly drove out of the station and onto a relatively flat asphalt road.

Although it's still a bit bumpy, it's much better than a pickup truck.

However, new problems soon arose.

The enclosed carriage, filled with the smells of gasoline, sweat, snacks, and various other unidentified odors, began to make the two big shots feel extremely uncomfortable.

Ling Qingxue's face turned slightly pale, her brows furrowed, and she tried to regulate her breathing, attempting to ignore the nauseating odor.

She was used to the fresh mountain air or the sandalwood incense in the cave; this polluted air was torture for her.

Ye Meier even gagged and muttered curses:

"Damn it... what the hell is that smell... I feel like throwing up..."

Zhang Shaozhong had a bad feeling and quickly took out the bottled water he had just bought and the new plastic bag:

"Want some water? If you feel unwell, just spit it into the bag!"