C495 Let's Go Back

Night.

Around nine o'clock.

On the silent Peng Huai highway, a yellow bus with two or three Beijing plates sped toward Huai City.

Upon closer inspection, the bus continued to follow the black off-road route in front of it.

Through the window, one could vaguely see a young man dressed in white leaning comfortably against the back of the chair.

His handsome face looked impeccable