"Someone as ordinary as me
never likes to pretend to be profound.
How come I sometimes get lost in thought
when I hear an old song..."
Song Chaoge was gripping the steering wheel with one hand while music played in the car. His other hand unconsciously adjusted his nose bridge, only to realize he wasn't wearing those old-fashioned, black-framed glasses.
He was driving a Hongqi.
Hongqi H5.
Not to mention in the Capital City, even in third or fourth-tier cities, this kind of B-class car wouldn't attract any attention.
It wasn't rush hour yet.
Still a quarter to four.
For regular workers, there were still one or two hours to go before getting off work. For those following the 996 schedule, relief seemed even more distant. But never doubt the bustling nature of Capital City.
In a city where even license plates require a lottery, the streets are always teeming with cars, no matter the time.
