After driving for about 10 minutes, the people in the tricycle really felt what a bumpy ride was.
They thought that the bus was already bumpy enough, but they did not expect the three-wheel drive to be even more serious.
Chu Xiaohuan, who never got carsick, was a little dizzy.
Fortunately, although the tricycle was old, there was not much dust on it. It had obviously been wiped down before and they could find a clean place to support themselves.
Not to mention the others, even Zhao Linlin and Mo Qian, who were used to such road conditions, could not stand it.
"Jinyu, are you guys… alright? The road is indeed a little bumpy."
"I'm fine." Yan Jinyu smiled faintly.
Only then did Zhao Linlin realize that Yan Jinyu had been sitting steadily from the beginning to the end. She didn't even reach out to support herself.
