"Looking at me won't help, I don't want to be here either..." Qin Tian helplessly shrugged, "It's so cold here, do you think I'm in the mood to admire the snow?"
"Then what do we do?" Meng Yao rolled her eyes in frustration, "There's nothing to eat, nothing to drink, and no signal. We can't just sit here waiting to die, can we?"
"Heh heh heh... You can die with me, hmm, it's a good deal for an old man like me to have two people buried with me when I die."
Just when Qin Tian and Meng Yao were both feeling speechless, Ye Feidao, with his hands tied behind his back on the car, started laughing sneakily, "I'm old enough to have lived my life, but what a pity for you two youngsters to die together..."
At the words of Ye Feidao, both Qin Tian and Meng Yao were stunned.
This old guy, he can still laugh?
"Ye Feidao, you seem to be in quite a good mood."
