The taxi driver heard the girl's pleasant voice in the backseat. She was wearing a baseball cap. He stole a glance in the rearview mirror and couldn't see her face clearly.
He pressed the meter, answered, turned the car around, and headed toward Qing University.
…
The taxi rolled smoothly down the road.
Qiao Nian opened the window to let the wind in.
She looked down as she took her phone from her pocket and turned it on.
A lot of information popped up.
She didn't read a single one. She found WeChat and opened it.
Her first WeChat contact was still quiet. Until now, he had not replied to her messages.
Her mouth tightened and her eyes darkened. She logged out of WeChat and pulled up another contact.
Qiao Nian thought for a minute, then dialed the number.
"Beep…"
The other party did not pick up immediately.
