Ji Hong instinctively rejected the mention of the port, unsure if it was because of the unpleasant incidents on the ship.
She always felt she was at odds with ships.
Ji Hong slightly frowned, looking out the window.
The journey from the small fishing village to the town wasn't far, just a dozen minutes by car.
The town was distinctly more bustling than the small fishing village, no longer with low single-story houses but a few five or six-story small buildings, uniformly situated by the roadside.
The road was noticeably wider than in the village, allowing three cars to pass side by side, with neatly planned streetlights along the sides.
However, there were few small cars on the road; most were large trucks transporting sea fish and shrimp.
Ji Hong was seeing these sights for the first time, and her gaze was inevitably drawn outside.
This is really different from the chaotic times.
It seemed she truly arrived at a strange place.
Ji Hong thought.
