Ming Shu looked at the obstacles blocking the car and cursed fiercely in her heart. F**k.
They were not here when she drove in.
It was originally a narrow road, and the sundries almost occupied half of it. Even a pro racer couldn't drive in such conditions.
Ming Shu got out of the car. The shops nearby had all been closed. She wondered who had been so lacking in public morality and piled all these sundries here.
Ming Shu drove Qiao Cheng's car here, and if she directly crashed through, she didn't know whether Qiao Cheng would beat her to death or not.
Ming Shu looked around and made sure there was no one else around her. Then she placed the car into her storage space and walked past the sundries.
After getting around the sundries, as Ming Shu was about to take the car out, she heard a voice coming from the right.
Ming Shu was not a busybody, but she seemed to find it a familiar voice.
