"Coming, coming, No. 92 is coming," someone shouted at the bus stop on Fumin Road, and the crowd suddenly became crowded like a swarm of bees.
Jiang Lin looked away from his mobile phone and looked up. There seemed to be too many people waiting for the bus. The No. 92 bus was heading towards
After driving a few meters, the car had not stabilized yet. A group of people were rushing towards the front door. He ignored the crowd and stepped forward to squeeze into the crowd and follow him.
However, because there were too many people, Jiang Lin couldn't get close to the car door after squeezing for a long time. He couldn't help but become anxious: "Let's give it, okay, I'm in a hurry."
"It sounds like someone is not in a hurry." A fat aunt next to her complained displeasedly. With a slight bump of her thick arm, she squeezed in front of Jiang Lin, followed closely by several aunts. People were fighting for it, and gradually more than twenty people got into the car, bumping into each other.
Seeing that there were only a few scattered people left, Jiang Lin finally felt happy and quickly stepped forward.
"Poof!" However, at this moment, the bus driver closed the door and said. "There are too many people. You guys should wait for the next one."
"I'm in a hurry, master," Jiang Lin said anxiously upon hearing this. "Master, can you join me alone?"
