An Ning and An Guoming headed north in their newly bought truck, a detailed map in hand.
An Guoming sat in the driver's seat, the unique feel of the new steering wheel under his hands and the distinct new-car smell in his nose.
The feeling was just incredible.
Every man dreams of owning a bicycle.
And now, An Guoming could be considered the owner of half a truck.
"Little Sis, what are you going to do with the truck back home?"
An Ning, in the passenger seat beside him, shrugged.
"For now, it'll just be for running errands, selling things, and hauling goods."
"Second Bro, if you want to use it for transport jobs, you can. I don't really need it."
An Guoming glanced over at her, then immediately snapped his gaze back to the road.
'Safety first.'
He knew An Ning meant what she said.
"Let me think... I definitely can't do it alone."
"The routes are too long, and the risks are too high."
An Ning agreed. In the interstellar age, there were still space pirates.
