The traffic in the Capital City has been constantly congested for decades.
Among the clearly stagnant flow of vehicles, there is no lack of luxury cars, with the Bentley hardly standing out as it's wedged between them.
Inside the car, a man with a darkened face rested his leg, incessantly nagging his son who was driving:
"Women should not be spoiled. Your mom can really make a fuss now, day in and day out."
Sitting next to the man was an extremely good-looking young lady, in her early twenties, with clever and spirited eyes that upon close examination, shared some resemblance to the man who was grumbling.
"Dad, don't nag at us. If you dare, go say it in front of Mom," Yu Wuxia said with a smile, playfully clinging to her handsome father's arm.
Her dad's mouth had been quick for decades, cursing people without ever repeating himself.
