If not for Du Yue and He Xing's glasses and the honking sounds, they would have crashed into each other. The convoy had stopped, and a person stuck his head out of the window of the driver's seat. Du Yue took a closer look. This person was actually Wan Dapeng! However, Du Yue knew that Wan Dapeng could not see them clearly. After all, the distance between the two cars was nearly two meters, and the thick fog blocked their vision.
From Wan Dapeng's position, he could probably only see the car, but not the people in the car. "Friend, don't keep going. The bridge in front is broken, so we can't go on the expressway. Let's take the highway!"
Du Yue could not help but laugh when she heard Wan Dapeng's words. She was not laughing at anything else but at how Wan Dapeng was still as enthusiastic as ever.
