Ye Chen dashed out quickly, driving while eating the breakfast he bought downstairs, five meat buns, munching and cursing, "Zhang Yantong, you little girl, you really want to kill me, huh? Taking a flight at ten o'clock, why not buy an afternoon ticket."
As Ye Chen complained, he kept munching on the meat buns.
On the road from Xinhai Apartment to the airport, the essential junction is Jinsheng Hotel. On this road, there's quite a bit of traffic; even though the rush hour has passed, there are still some people walking and plenty of vehicles heading towards the airport.
"Damn, red light!" Ye Chen glared at the red light ahead. If it were just a red light, he could have run through it, but, damn it, there's a car stopped ahead. He couldn't run the light, so Ye Chen could only wait silently behind, hoping the thirty seconds would pass quickly. While waiting, a black Hyundai Elantra slowly came to a stop on Ye Chen's left-hand side.
