Ming Yao cursed under her breath.
Not daring to waste any time, she got up, changed clothes, and applied makeup.
She just hoped she could arrive at the Tube Building ahead of time, otherwise it would really be hard to make up excuses.
She shouldered her bag and hurried out the door, hailing a taxi to the Tube Building in the city's downtown.
The taxi driver was cautious and careful driving at night, unable to pick up much speed.
Ming Yao furrowed her brows, "Master, let me drive, and I'll pay you double the fare afterward."
The driver glanced at the plainly-dressed, unremarkable Ming Yao, "Can you drive?"
Ming Yao nodded, "I guarantee there will be no accidents."
The driver, half-believing and half-doubting, yielded the driver's seat to Ming Yao.
He had just buckled his seatbelt in the passenger seat when the car zoomed off with a whoosh.
Shifting gears, revving the engine, braking, steering—the ordinary car, in Ming Yao's hands, was like little different from a race car.
