Tang Feng drove back while dialing Qin Yanan's number.
The phone rang several times before it was answered.
He asked anxiously, "Hello, Mrs. Nan, are you doing okay now?"
Then he heard Qin Yanan's somewhat weak voice, "I... I'm fine, I'm used to it. It will pass if I just endure it."
"Don't just take any medicine, I'm on my way back, let's talk when I get there."
Tang Feng was burning with impatience, and after hanging up, he pushed the speed of his car to the limit.
It was the peak of rush hour, and the traffic was terrible.
But with his expert driving skills, he always managed to find gaps to weave through.
Of course, such reckless behavior provoked curses from many drivers.
However, he ignored all the swearing, continuing to cut in and out of lanes relentlessly.
Half an hour later, he finally returned to the urban village.
Most people living in an urban village were low-income groups.
Even Qin Yanan's million-tier Cayenne could attract quite a few glances.
