Red Hawthorn

The car was driven very slowly, like a thousand-year-old man walking on a road. Even the bicycle was faster than them.

Liang Zixuan put down the medicine box, and when she looked up, she found that their car hadn't gone far after such a long time. 

Helplessly, she rolled her eyes. "Hubby, do you have to be so careful? The road of Imperial City is in a very good condition, no holes in the road, you can increase your speed."

"No way!" At this moment, Han Yuanjun was like a stubborn old man. No matter what others said, he wouldn't listen.

Liang Zixuan was at her wit's end and grabbed Han Yuanjun's arm. "Hubby, look at the cars rushing past us. They are so angry at us for driving like a turtle."

"If they dare to be angry, I will smash their cars." Han Yuanjun kissed Liang Zixuan's head. "Be good. Husband will drive slowly. We are not in a hurry."