Closed-door Soup

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

Lu Chen was no exception.

Fu Jie put his hands together and kept squeezing. It was as if this kind of muscle pain would somehow reduce the traffic congestion.

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. Seeing that the car couldn't move at all, they got out of the car and began to chat with each other.