On the bus, I was sitting next to an old woman, and she looked out of the window anxiously and said to herself from time to time. Finally, she asked the driver: "Master, will this car arrive at the Fuma Shangzhaung?"
"No, you got on the wrong bus."
"Ah, what can I do?"
"Never mind, there's a place up ahead where you can wait for the bus, I will remind you when we get there." The old lady calmed down, looking at the driver with a smile. I wish all the drivers can indicate the direction for the lost people and contribute to the society.