Xinan waited a bit longer, but the cars in front showed no signs of starting to move.
"Master, what happened up ahead? Why have we been stuck for so long?" Xinan asked.
The driver glanced at Xinan in the rearview mirror and said, "It seems there was a traffic accident."
A traffic accident? It looked like the traffic flow wouldn't be moving any time soon.
Xinan checked the time again, it was now 8:15. If she started running now, she should still be able to make it.
"Master, I'll get off here."
After paying the fare, Xinan started jogging forward, but after just a few steps, her ankle began to ache faintly. Xinan bit her lip, slowed her pace slightly, and continued moving forward.
As she got closer, she neared the site of the traffic accident.
All she could see was chaos on the ground; a Mercedes G55 had been hit and was deformed, its body dented, and its windows shattered.
The scene was extremely gruesome, and Xinan couldn't help but inhale sharply.