"So, Ao Chongchong, how do you think we should find Sister Xin?" Hu Yi, who was engrossed in the gossip about the rich guy chartering a plane, scratched his head helplessly.
Ao Xinghao opened the electronic map, looking quite like the commander-in-chief: "Let's start by checking out the village where Sister Xin treated her patients. There must be some clues there."
As the sun set,
a group of three little buddies finally arrived in the countryside.
Hu Yi, on the verge of throwing up from the bullock cart ride, couldn't help lamenting out loud: "My Sister Xin is incredible; how did she endure in this godforsaken place for so long? I just want to soak in my huge triangular bath in the city and sip on an iced grapefruit cocktail with a big piece of steak!"
Ao Xinghao rolled his eyes: "So pampered. If the apocalypse hit and you had no supplies, you'd be the first to starve."
