Xiao Luo had already packed his bags in anticipation of his journey back home with Zhang Dashan and was about to leave his rented apartment at the Gong Village. They had planned to head back to their respective villages after the annual meeting at Luo's Workshop.
They both hailed from the West District, in the same city, but from different counties. The counties were more than a hundred kilometers apart. The two had visited each other's home quite frequently back during university, and their family members were quite acquainted with the other.
"How much f*cking longer will this d*mn traffic jam last?"
Their car was caught in the highway crawl, and Zhang Dashan was getting very annoyed. "And they call this a highway, huh! Even walking would be faster," he complained.
Xiao Luo was much calmer as he reclined his seat, leaned back comfortably, and said, "It's the peak of the Spring Festival travel season, everyone's returning home, isn't it expected?"
