On New Year's Eve, lights and decorations adorned various parts of Lostswa, the neon lights shone brightly, but there was hardly anyone on the streets. At this time, everyone was at home with their loved ones, playing mahjong, watching the Spring Festival Gala.
Ahead was a red traffic light, a black minivan managed to stop just before the zebra crossing.
The driver was chewing betel nut, glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "Is this chick Alexander's new product? Will there be any problems?"
Kidnapping from the HQ Broadcasting, no matter how I thought about it, seemed out of the ordinary.
"Just drive, why the heck are you talking so much." A cold voice echoed in the darkness.
The driver snorted and glanced at a large shopping mall diagonal to him. A giant electronic screen was embedded above it, broadcasting live footage of the Spring Festival Gala.
A skit was performing, it was so funny, the driver was engrossed in watching it. He started laughing along with it.