Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Puxi
Wang Xiao and Wang Xueying were en route to the Global Institute of Scientific Research, nestled on the far side of the bustling metropolis of Puxi. The sun hung lazily in the sky, its golden rays weaving through the towering skyscrapers, casting long shadows across the streets.
Normally, Xueying would take the subway, swiftly arriving within thirty minutes. But today, the hum of the city's traffic and the occasional blare of car horns reminded her that driving would take longer. She glanced at her brother, whose arms were crossed, staring out the window, his thoughts clearly drifting far from the road.
As they weaved through the congested streets of Puxi, Xueying's keen eyes suddenly narrowed, locking onto something unusual.
"This road... it's blocked?" she muttered, her voice carrying a note of disbelief.