Luofeng and Duanmu Yunji soon set off from the apartment.
This time, Duanmu Yunji was driving a Rolls-Royce.
Since it was close to six o'clock, it was naturally the peak time for leaving work. But a Rolls-Royce still had its presence. Even in the congested traffic, as soon as Duanmu Yunji turned on her signal, everyone was very courteous.
Otherwise? If someone were to collide with it? It wouldn't be a matter of a few thousand. Nor tens of thousands. A simple touch could cost hundreds of thousands, you know?
Clutching the steering wheel, Duanmu Yunji sighed, "This is the first time I feel that drivers in Capital City are really polite!"
"Hahaha!" Luofeng laughed, then his hand caressed her long leg. "So, am I considered a polite driver?"
"Hmph!" Duanmu Yunji glanced at Luofeng but didn't feel uncomfortable, itchy, or unnatural. After all, they had performed various acts hundreds of times. What was there to make of such a gesture?
