The driver did not agree instantly. He secretly turned around to glance at Chen Ge with suspicion in his eyes. From his perspective, Chen Ge's insistence to leave with an injured girl belied an ulterior motive. Yet, Chen Ge looked like quite a trustworthy person—he was sunny, kind, and polite. However, the large backpack that he carried unsettled the driver, and now, he noticed the faded scent of blood drifting out from it.
Have I ferried a criminal? The driver hesitated before starting the engine. "Okay."
