"It looks like we're really going to be trapped here." Yun Mo also looked at the waves of trees passing by outside the cabin, gripping Qiaoqiao's hand tightly, and frowned, "Qiaoqiao, I'm sorry, it was my miscalculation."
"Can we collect oil here?" Qiaoqiao squeezed Yun Mo's hand back, with a tiny bit of nervousness, "If there was oil, we wouldn't be trapped."
"This isn't an oil-producing area." Yun Mo turned his head to look at her, increasing the pressure in the palm of his hand, "Qiaoqiao, I'm sorry!"
"Ah?" What was supposed to be a pleasant journey turned out to have such an unforeseen mishap, Qiaoqiao suddenly felt a little flustered. Thinking of her in-laws, her children, friends, and relatives, she felt extremely unwilling, "What should we do then?"
"Either we are trapped here for a lifetime, or, like last time, it takes half a year of walking to reach a place with human civilization."
"..."
"Oh, right."
