Huo Bei brought Qiao Qiao to Shen Mubai's hospital, "We've arrived."
Qiao Qiao, not wanting Che Huan to worry, made a phone call to her, "Huanhuan, I'm fine now. I'm a bit far from where you are, and there's no time left, so you go on to your interview first. I wish you every success. I'll come to see you in the afternoon, and remember to treat me to a meal."
Che Huan wasn't in the mood to think about the interview and asked anxiously, "Where are you now?"
Qiao Qiao glanced at the direction of the taxi meter and handed over a hundred, "I don't know who called him, but he didn't dare to let out a peep and obediently dropped me off at the roadside, close to where I live. I'm taking a taxi back now."
After hanging up, Qiao Qiao took the change from Huo Bei, and finally saw his face clearly, couldn't help but be struck by his looks. Are there still such eye-catching taxi drivers these days?
"You can get out now," Huo Bei reminded in a low voice.
