Several days had passed since the ICBC's year-end appreciation gala.
The weekend had arrived, and today was the day Wang Gang and the others had planned to get together. That evening, the construction contractor Li Dongliang recommended was treating them all to dinner.
But before that, the guys had to help Li Dongliang with something: they were going to be his wingmen while he was on a blind date.
"Young Master Wu! Are you here yet?" Wang Gang urged over the phone.
Wu Yun glanced at the jam-packed road ahead and said helplessly, "I'm still stuck in traffic! It's not like I'm flying a helicopter."
Rongcheng on a weekend was truly fair. It didn't matter if you were driving an Alto or riding in an Audi; everyone had to obediently wait through several red lights.
Today, Wu Yun hadn't asked Wei Wu to drive him. Instead, he took out his Aston Martin, which he had yet to dote on.
