C272 Make a Friend

Jiang Zhuo was at a loss; it was rush hour, after all.

Making it to Yun Hai Teahouse within five minutes was a testament to his driving prowess.

No one else could have managed to reach the teahouse in such a brief span of time.

"Sorry for the delay, traffic was a nightmare," Jiang Zhuo said as he took his seat, his tone laden with regret