Luo Ziling arrived at the Ling Family Old Mansion where Ling Jinhua lived, and it was already almost dark.
"Damn evening rush hour!" Seeing the time had passed five-thirty, Luo Ziling couldn't help but curse silently.
The evening rush hour hadn't fully hit yet; the real peak traffic had just begun, and it would get even worse shortly.
If it weren't for Wuyue's excellent driving skills, familiarity with the road conditions, and disregard for traffic violations, they probably wouldn't have made it to the Ling Family Old Mansion by six o'clock.
"You're here?" Seeing Luo Ziling come in, Ling Jinhua, who was watching the news on TV, raised his head, looked at Luo Ziling through his reading glasses, and gestured for him to sit down.
"The traffic in Yanjing is really congested!" Luo Ziling explained apologetically, "I originally thought of arriving around five, but ended up getting here at this time."
