The wealthy heirs at the cold drink shop gasped, "Why isn't Shen Xu moving?"
He was just in the lead, and now he can't even move.
The spectators in the livestream were also buzzing with discussion.
"This rich heir named Shen Xu must be having a breakdown, his car won't move."
"The traffic in Modu is so jammed, why is this guy delivering packages in a car? Has he lost his mind?"
"I think this guy has already lost."
"Could it be that he's going to abandon the car and go on foot?"
Of course, Shen Xu was unaware of everyone's chatter; he only knew he couldn't lose.
Seeing the traffic jam in front of him, sweat beaded on Shen Xu's forehead.
On the other side, Ye Chen was zipping around the streets on a small electric bike, delivering one package after another.
"Look quickly, isn't that President Ye of Yida Group?"
Upon seeing this, the livestream suddenly erupted.
