Fun During A Traffic Jam

Cong Nianwei didn't even move her eyelids. She stabbed his hand back with the compass steadily and accurately, but his skin was not pricked. She must have been practising repeatedly since childhood.

"Ouch!" Qin Guan drew his hand back, shouting dramatically. "Help! Help! I’m dying!"

Cong Nianwei shot a supercilious look at him and said helplessly, "Stop! I have to submit this design this week. My tutor provided me with a program. It’s a construction plan of a small commercial district. I have to compete against several offices and studios. Don’t bother me. This is the first program I will finish independently and put into practice."

At her words, Qin Guan became serious. He actually wanted to give her a hand. Then he smiled at her next words.

"I want to use the car next week. You can take the bus to work. I have to go to Woodbury Premium Outlets on the weekend. It’ll take me more than an hour to get there from the city center."