The driver's face was pale, and he laughed awkwardly. "Then, good luck to you."
"Thank you, so do you mind stopping the recording now?" Chen Ge flashed a smile that he thought was friendly. "This is just a misunderstanding."
"Of course," the driver answered readily. He pressed some random button on the machine. After driving for another two or three meters, the red light on the driver's walkie-talkie lit up. He pressed it lightly, and before he could say anything, a rough, gravelly voice appeared.
"Lao Liu, you're also near Western Jiujiang's Private Academy? What is wrong with people tonight? I also have a passenger with me who wants to go there. Actually, we're quite close. By the way, what is this message that you sent to the group? 'I am meld postage'?"
"It's nothing, just focus on your passenger." The driver swiped the sweat on his forehead away and quickly hung up on the walkie-talkie.
