At first, this battered, drafty medium-sized bus traveled along the national highway. Although the road was full of cracks, it was paved with concrete at least, so the ride was relatively smooth. But Uncle Zhao turned the steering wheel and veered onto an adjacent gravel road.
The weathered rocks half-buried in the gravel road made the bus bounce violently. Chen Zhezhe felt his entire body fly into the air, his backside leaving the seat while his head almost struck the roof.
What kind of damned piece-of-trash road is this?
Chapter 347