17

It was 11pm and there was still a traffic jam. As the traffic slowly moved, Ethan and I remained silent. Suddenly, the message notification sound on the phone kept ringing. It was a file sent by Rolin.

I don't know if Ethan saw it, but he honked his horn multiple times in anger, even though the car in front of him wasn't blocking him.

"Put your phone on silent mode," he said coldly.