It seemed that, in his memory, he had never seen Yi Zitong this angry before.
"Sister Tong, I... I'm sorry, I..."
The young man was genuinely frightened by Yi Zitong's outburst, or perhaps because he had never seen this side of her, his speech became disjointed.
Yi Zitong let out a cold snort, looked outside the car, and didn't cast another glance at the young man upfront, as if even one more look would make her angrier.
Panic filled the young man's face, clearly startled by Yi Zitong's sudden rage. He wanted to say something to ease the awkwardness, but he feared it might only infuriate Yi Zitong more.
After another ten minutes or so, the young man finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Sister Tong, the person we're picking up is..."
Although he looked young, not yet thirty, he was still two or three years older than Yi Zitong.
But in front of Yi Zitong, he didn't dare show the slightest hint of temper.
