Capital City, the bustling city that never sleeps, where the streets are full of cars and a sea of people. As evening approaches, pedestrians hurry by with laughter, and the streetlights on both sides of the road light up, their yellow glow reflecting multicolored skyscrapers.
A Rolls-Royce rolled over fallen leaves, driving into a conspicuous alley in the bustling city center.
The alley had a few scattered shops open, some selling pastries, others breakfast; business was mediocre, and the lighting was dim.
Only one storefront was the largest, and its lights were the brightest.
Cui Jiangjing saw the lights of the repair shop and smiled, his mood, gloomy from the day's troubles, suddenly improved. He told the driver, "Take the car to a secluded place and wait for me."
"Uh, okay." The driver didn't understand why he wanted to park in a corner, but obediently found a spot where the car was not easily visible and parked.
