C385 Closed-door soup

At this moment, Fu Jie was so anxious that his eyes were wide open.

Huang Xing was no exception.

Fu Jie held both his hands together and pinched it tightly, as if this kind of muscle pain would somehow reduce the congestion of the cars.

However, in reality, no matter how anxious he was, it was useless in the face of such a situation.

Moreover, there were two car owners in front