Jasper Ming stood up and turned on the air conditioner.
The warm wind blew quickly from all directions, and the temperature inside the bus quickly returned to a suitable temperature.
But don't be happy about anything too early, because after you clicked on the fuel gauge, you found that the fuel in the fuel tank was approaching a shortage.
Jasper Ming's expression remained unchanged, he made a calm calculation, and said to Guan Zhiyi, who was frowning next to him:
"The current fuel can last for three hours at most, or one and a half hours at the shortest. If the door of the soup house is not opened before then, then we will have to admit that we are here, so we can't stay in the car all the time."
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