PS: While reading this chapter, listening to "Notepad" might be a good idea.
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At dusk, the main streets of East Sea, just like any other day, were experiencing a traffic jam. The cars were lined up like a long steel dragon, stretching beyond sight.
On one of the main roads, Chen Fan sat in the back of a gold edition Bentley, gently massaging his temples. The driver, named Dumb, wore a helpless expression in the face of the traffic, ignoring the girls in the cars next to them who were eagerly taking pictures of the Bentley.
"Buzz..."
Suddenly, the otherwise quiet car was filled with the sound of a vibrating phone.
Hearing the vibration, Chen Fan stopped massaging his temples and picked up the phone next to his seat, only to discover that it was a call from Zhang Qianqian.
