Bai Xiaosheng and his companions were on the minibus, which made a U-turn and drove for a while before entering a narrow road.
Although Bai Xiaosheng was seated by the window, he happened to have a clear view of the driver's seat. There he saw the middle-aged driver, with shiny dark skin and a bald head, astonishingly steering the wheel with one hand while flipping through a paper map with the other.
Bai Xiaosheng was taken aback and, being close to the driver, quickly raised his voice, "Friend, do you need help?"
Bai Xiaosheng used the local dialect, which Red Lotus could help him access after hearing it.
The black driver glanced at Bai Xiaosheng through the rearview mirror and immediately grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth as he said, "No problem, I can handle it."
Was it a matter of handling it? This was a safety issue, Bai Xiaosheng couldn't help but think.
