Chapter 105: Mr. Dong Welcomes

At the next intersection, the red light was brightly shining, and each lane was waiting with six or seven cars—finally, the red sports car stopped too, right at the end of the queue, yet it didn't stay quiet, honking its horn repeatedly as if it were irritable and impatient.

The cars waiting in front were originally annoyed, but as soon as the drivers saw through the rearview mirror that it was a sports car worth millions honking behind them, they immediately backed off.

A mere scratch could, even if not entirely their fault, cost more than they could afford.

Those rich people, untouchable.

The arrogant blare of the horn from the red sports car lasted a good thirty seconds before a white sports car arrived, and only then did it stop.

Between the red and white sports cars, there were a few other cars.

However, these cars, upon seeing the sports cars in front, immediately switched to other lanes.

No one honked back in discontent—all were "politely" making way.