C198 Futility

Vice-President Yu replied seriously.

Song Ziyang nodded with a serious look on his face.

They were actually driving far away from the bustling city area, the road became more and more bumpy and winding. Liang Chao and Song Ziyang swayed from side to side inside the car, they couldn't even sit steadily.

"Dean, where is that factory?" We're almost in the suburbs. " Liang Chao complained