While Ye Zhifan was signing the document, Xia Jinyuan was sitting in a truck and riding on the bumpy road. He was unable to open his eyes due to the glaring reflection from the snow. There was a two-hour time difference between this place and the capital city. This place was filled with snow. When the sun shone on it, everywhere was white and glaring.
"Do you want some oxygen?" Someone beside him asked calmly. His voice was low and there were no emotions in it. "We are 5000 meters above sea level, if you want to rest, we can ask the driver…"
The sound of rolling stones interrupted him. The soldier driving the car seemed to sense what was happening and stepped on the brake forcefully. "Q King, the snow mountain welcomed you with an appetizer."
The driver and the soldier sitting beside Xia Jinyuan were not strangers.
