Night fell quietly, and the street lamps on the street began to glow faintly.
On the crowded road, the traffic was surging.
With this kind of weather, it was impossible to imagine that this was the arrival of autumn.
Zhao Wenhao sat in the car anxiously waiting for the car in front of him to move forward.
He couldn't accept that his good time was wasted in this boring waiting.
The horns rang through the sky, but even if he had three heads and six arms, he couldn't make his car fly and jump over