C21

“Ugh... it hurts.” Throughout the journey, Yang Wanwan groaned in pain, sounding like a wounded animal, which tugged at Yeh Beijin's heart.

“Are we there yet?” Yeh Beijin asked impatiently.

“Sir, traffic jams on this route are unavoidable,” Ye Yuan replied helplessly. The drive from the east side to the south side is always packed, and he wasn't a magician who could just fly over it