"Why are you all covered in blood? Let me tell you this; if you dirty my back seat, you must give me a cleaning fee."
Mo Yan replied angrily, "You'll receive nothing less, so go to the hospital first! A life is at stake."
"Eh. It's really unlucky to be fetching you two in the middle of the night," the driver muttered unkindly. He would really chase them out of the car if not for the fact that he would get reported for refusing them service.
He could only blame his luck.
Yan Bingqing's manager was livid.
Now that they were down, even a mere driver dared to despise them!
When the cab arrived at the hospital, he threw a 100 yuan note at the driver before hurriedly bringing her to the emergency room.
She had already passed out by then.
