Hearing Lu Xingzhe's words, Gu Zhiqi lifted her head to look outside the car.
There really was a traffic jam, and a long one at that; she couldn't see the end of it.
"Strange, this road isn't usually this congested. What's going on today?" Gu Qi mumbled softly.
"Zhizhi, I suspect, the bad luck on Lu Xingzhe has truly rubbed off on you," Chubby Chiu suddenly said in Gu Zhiqi's mind.
Gu Zhiqi "..."
It wasn't out of the realm of possibility.
Even if she couldn't catch it, it could definitely spread to the driver.
After some thought, Gu Zhiqi suddenly looked at Lu Xingzhe and said, "Lu Xingzhe."
When Lu Xingzhe heard Gu Zhiqi calling him, he subconsciously looked back, "Hmm?"
"How about you get off the car for a bit?"
Lu Xingzhe: ???
"I'm not getting off," Lu Xingzhe replied with a sour tone.
Hearing this, Gu Zhiqi fell silent, pondering whether to kick Lu Xingzhe out or to break the curse on him.
