The taxi was stuck about a kilometer away from the Red Pavilion.
The traffic remained stagnant for more than ten minutes, and Wen Xiaoxiao was so anxious she was about to cry aloud.
Just then, Qin Xianfei called: "Fang Zhao, have you guys arrived?"
"I'm already at the entrance of the Red Pavilion, but the tickets are all gone."
Yang Fei found it utterly incredible, was this female principal also trying to chase celebrities?
Wen Xiaoxiao anxiously looked at Yang Fei.
"I also made plans with Sister Fairy Consort, how can the apartment trio be without her?"
Yang Fei gulped hard and thought to himself.
"If the concert trio could smoothly develop into a bed trio, that would be bliss."
Wen Xiaoxiao stomped her feet repeatedly: "What do we do, the concert is about to start."
"My Moon Goddess, boo hoo hoo..."
The taxi driver turned back apologetically: "Sorry, the road's completely blocked."
