"Just like watching a TV show," Bai Zhengxuan shrugged nonchalantly. "Guys, should we old fellas take a stroll around the base?"
Always rushing about in the bus, Bai Zhengxuan hadn't gone for a walk in ages.
Before the apocalypse, he could wander around the village, playing with cats and dogs.
After the apocalypse, it was either space or sitting in the bus; it sure got a bit dull.
"Sure!"
Uncle Wang's eyes brightened.
Spending all day in the garbage truck was uncomfortable; a stroll would be nice.
Uncle Liu naturally wouldn't refuse. After spending less than two days in Uncle Wang's truck, he realized how desirable it was to feel grounded.
Getting in touch with the earth felt good, lest Uncle Wang crash the truck one day and leave regrets.
The three uncles agreed in no time and wandered hand in hand around the base.
The Bai Family didn't stop them, nor were they worried about their safety.
