The warm winter sun had barely tilted westward when the cold wind began to howl fiercely.
At the street corner, with no shelter and because of the terrain, it seemed to provide an outlet for the cold wind to vent, and the chilly breeze rushed in, dispersing any warmth from the body.
Jiang Chengsi hung up the phone, glanced at the time again, and looked at the girl holding roses, frowning slightly.
"Do you have something to do? If so, go ahead, I can wait a bit longer."
"How come I can't even hail a taxi?" Jiang Chengsi frowned.
"It might coincide with the nearby school's dismissal time. During peak hours, the traffic police temporarily control certain sections, prohibiting private vehicles from passing. Maybe the driver doesn't want to take a detour and doesn't want to take the order," she replied.
Jiang Chengsi furrowed his brows; indeed, such situations occur. But as he usually travels by motorcycle, he's almost unaffected and doesn't pay attention to these matters.
