chapter 118 Is there really nothing to talk about?

I have to say that Wallace Scull is quite patient. By the time she could no longer bear it, half an hour had passed. As Wally Yare continued to drive against the navigation system's instructions, the car had already arrived at an unknown place. Originally, the destination was the city center, a bustling commercial district. But looking at where the car was now, it was surrounded by low-rise tiled houses, exuding an old and remote atmosphere. If you looked up, you could see the green mountains...