"Zhou Fan, are you sure we didn't take a wrong turn? This road doesn't look like it leads to Qingshan Town at all!" Chen Yao clasped her hands tightly, trying to keep from being thrown all over the place as she stared doubtfully at the pitted, broken road ahead.
"No way. The GPS is on!" Zhou Fan said with confidence. Miraculously, even though the road was so rough that Chen Yao looked like she was about to be bounced right out of the car, the cigarette dangling from Zhou Fan's lips remained steady as a rock.
After more than an hour of this jarring ride, they reached a fork. Without a second thought, Zhou Fan yanked the steering wheel and turned onto the other path. When the GPS announced that he had deviated from the original route, Zhou Fan wanted nothing more than to smash the damn thing to pieces.
