Meanwhile, Lu Yan got into a taxi.
"South Hill Manor. Thank you."
In a great mood, she hummed a song and told the driver her address.
"Okay."
The driver said only one word and then remained silent.
After driving for about 20 seconds, Lu Yan felt something wasn't right.
From the rear-view mirror in the car, she saw the taxi driver was wearing a cap and its brim concealed his face in the shade. He sounded to be about 30 years old.
The car was indeed driving toward South Hill Manor.
But Lu Yan drew out her dagger reflexively and held it against the driver's neck.
"Miss, what are you doing?"
"Stop acting. I've seen through you… Tell me who sent you."
"Miss, you got the wrong person. I'm just a taxi driver."
"Hehe… continue with your story." Lu Yan sneered.
"I'm truly a taxi driver. The driver on the photo drives during the day and I take the night shift. We take turns," he explained.
