The buses were packed, as if they were canned sardines, and the conductors and drivers were not satisfied, stopping at the side of the road from time to time and shouting at the people waiting at the stop signs.

There was a lot of noise in the car, either you stepped on my feet, or you scratched me, although everyone was unforgiving, but they would never do it, that is, they were addicted.

On the road from Wukesong to Qianmen, there are many people getting on the bus, and few people getting off the bus

Chapter 403 of "The Courtyard Starts with Lao Jia's Accident" ‖ Buddha is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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