Lin Wei sat in the nanny car, the dark-tinted windows separating him from the outside world.
He toyed with the wooden carved doll pendant in his hand, staring at the slow-moving traffic outside.
Tonight was a gathering of stars, which had completely paralyzed the nearby traffic.
Even Lin Wei's car, with its four wheels, couldn't escape the sluggish flow.
Agent Chen Feixiang recited Lin Wei's recent schedule to him.
It went in one ear and out the other; he didn't take it to heart.
The car was severely jammed under a bridge a few hundred meters from the stadium, barely moving, and the incessant honking did nothing to alleviate the congestion.
Lin Wei sat in the car, feeling extremely stifled.
The air blowing from the car's air conditioning was so stale it made it difficult for him to breathe.
He casually lowered the window halfway, and even though Chen Feixiang reminded him to be wary of the media, he still ignored the advice, insisting on looking outside.
