However, he had no room for choice now; he could only continue along this path.
At the crossroads, taking advantage of a red light that lasts for 170 seconds, Xu Qingyan looked for masks inside the car and just as he found three and began to tear open the packaging:
Suddenly, he heard someone in the next car, a middle-aged man, speaking loudly on the phone through the open window. Even with the car windows between them, Xu Qingyan could hear him clearly:
"How come there are more cases? Is that road in Longhua District impassable now? It's still accessible now, right? I'll head over now, hopefully, they won't block it later."
"I'll have to detour around Fuyi Community, once you get close, you get stuck and even cars are held up. I won't talk anymore, I'm going now."
Xu Qingyan sat in the car, bewildered, and instinctively put on his mask, thinking the flu situation seems to be getting worse. The airport is not in Donghua District, so there's no need to worry.
