Zhang Zhen, after being admonished by Lin Yuan, clutched the steering wheel, stammering and unable to speak.
With poor driving skills, he couldn't blame Lin Yuan for scolding him.
It's like when you spend a lot to hire a girl, but it ends in two seconds; you can't blame the girl for poor service.
Suddenly, Zhang Zhen seemed to realize something and pointed at the car's navigation system, exclaiming, "Damn!"
"Boss, something's not right! It shows 300 meters to the destination ahead."
Hearing this, Lin Yuan was dumbfounded.
300 meters to the destination?
Impossible!
It's absolutely impossible.
Looking out of the car, not to mention 300 meters ahead, even 500 miles ahead, it was still an endless wheat field.
"Boss, we're not already inside the Deceitful Demon's trap, are we?" Zhang Zhen asked tentatively.
Outside, it was clearly a stretch of wheat fields, yet the navigation showed the destination was 300 meters ahead.
