After hanging up the emergency call, Zhang Te hurriedly ran over: "Mr. Han, I've called the police," he said.
Han Jingnian glanced at Zhang Te without a word, grabbed Xia Wan'an, took on a stern face, and headed straight for the car parked by the roadside.
Zhang Te knew from Han Jingnian's expression that he was being asked to stay and handle the situation, so he wisely stayed put.
As Han Jingnian gripped her arm, walking a little distance, Xia Wan'an's cellphone suddenly rang.
Xia Wan'an was stunned for a moment in the midst of the ringtone before finally coming to her senses. Hastily, she answered the phone. Before she could say anything, a polite voice came from the other end, "Hello, the private car service you requested has arrived at the destination..."
"The person doesn't need your service now, just charge the fee," was the curt interruption from Han Jingnian as he snatched Xia Wan'an's phone, said coolly and hung up.
