Two days later, at eight in the morning.
Su Zelin drove his Passat out of the door in a hurry.
At nine, Qin Shiqing took the bus to Shenghai, planning to head over early.
The timing was about right.
A delicate gift box lay quietly on the passenger seat, a gift for Qin Shiqing, bought last night at a boutique.
Things should have a proper conclusion, and besides, childhood friends and classmates all thought he was her boyfriend, so he should at least show some gesture.
Leaving the Finance Institute, Su Zelin stepped hard on the gas pedal, and with a low roar, the car zoomed down the highway.
It was originally just a few stops away, a journey that wouldn't take twenty minutes, but before long, the Passat came to an abrupt halt.
Because in front, there were black swarms of cars moving slowly, like countless big snails spitting gray smoke from their tails.
Su Zelin frowned deeply.
What the heck, stuck in traffic at this moment!
