If the middle-aged uncle didn't lack money, why did he still drive a taxi at night?
Lin Miaomiao knew that it was tough to be a night driver.
Not only did he have to stay up late every day, but he also often met drunkards.
"Sir," Chen Yu said calmly, "you were a substitute for one of your company's drivers that day, right?"
"Uh..."
The middle-aged man was dumbfounded.
He had already answered Chen Yu's question with that reaction.
"No way!"
Zhou Kexin circled the middle-aged man twice and clicked her tongue. "Dr. Chen, is this uncle a rich man?"
"He was a taxi driver when he was young," Chen Yu said. "Ten years ago, he opened a small taxi company."
"He has about fifty taxis under him now."
"He likes to drink tea, watch TV, and go to the park normally."
"If there is a driver in the company who needs his shift replaced, he will be happy to take charge of the shift."
