During the rush hour, the buses were crowded with people and stood in the clear foam, while Yifeng crowded in. For the high-rise office with his suit and leather clothes, he was crowded in the buses, but it was somewhat abrupt.

Yu Qingmo looks at Yifeng. In fact, she knows that when Yifeng was a child, she also relied on her own hard work to achieve today.

But when she saw that Yifeng received other people's strange eyes, she breathed out helplessly. Maybe, she herself used to despise bus riders, too?

Now, she's used to it.

After nearly half an hour, the bus stopped at a bus stop not far...