Strangely enough, why did the driver just run away in the middle of the journey? He didn't even send his master back to the hotel and didn't even see how drunk he was!
Jiang Ruolan looked at the road in front of her with regret. Because she also drank alcohol, she carefully observed her surroundings, afraid of coming across a police car. She didn't want the traffic police to stop her to measure her alcohol's accuracy.
"I'm talking to you! Did you hear me?"
"Xian Zihao?"
There was no response from behind.
Jiang Ruolan gritted her teeth in hatred and saw a red light at the intersection in front of her. She stomped the gas pedal hard and purposely braked.
At first, she wanted to make Xian Zihao crash into her seat to wake him up, but who would have thought that he suddenly stretched out his hand to block the seat in front of him. He immediately opened his eyes.
"Which hotel?" Jiang Ruolan frowned impatiently.
