"Little Man, where are you?"
Qiao Yu's calls kept coming.
Ming Shu felt helpless as she looked at the long queue outside. "On the bridge. There's a jam."
"Hurry up. It's almost time." Qiao Yu shouted, "Be careful!"
Today was the day of the Fashion Design Contest. She was going to be Qiao Yu's model.
However, luck was not on her side. She met with a traffic jam.
Ming Shu finished a box of biscuits and drank a bottle of milk. She also received two calls from Qiao Yu, but the cars in front showed no signs of moving.
She looked at the motorcycles passing by and felt depressed. A two-wheel vehicle was faster than a four-wheel vehicle.
"Little brother." Ming Shu suddenly winded down the car window and the motorcycle beside her stopped.
The reporter looked at Ming Shu in surprise. "Miss Su, where are you going?"
"Are you able to send me over?"
"Sure, sure." The reporter nodded his head immediately.
