On the busy street, Yin Yiyi, wearing a white suit and white sneakers, ran on the street holding a big pancake in one hand and a briefcase in the other. "We're going to be late, we're going to be late." One by one, he kept scanning the taxis and running quickly while silently praying that it would be great if there was any door for Doraemon. . . At this time, a black Mercedes-Benz drove up in front of Yiyi. Yiyi suddenly braked and almost had a black-and-white match with the big black car. He cursed in his heart, "You don't occupy all the roads, but you block my way. Huh, but I don't have time to argue with you." Yiyi was about to run around the car when the window opened. When Yiyi saw the person inside, he was stunned, "How could it be him?"