It just seemed way too harsh.
Lin Xian thought if at that moment, either he or Tang Xin was the target of the killers, then at least when Tang Xin reached out to pull the car door, the vehicle at the other end of the road should have accelerated to start, otherwise there wouldn't have been enough speed to hit someone to death.
But the reality was...
There wasn't any movement at all.
The taxi driver was normal, and the car door could be opened smoothly. Even if he hadn't stopped Tang Xin, she would have been able to get into the taxi safely from the sidewalk.
So.
Maybe he really was too sensitive.
This feeling of constant anxiety was truly unpleasant.
After chatting for a while longer, they decided to leave.
Exiting the bar door, Tang Xin pulled on Lin Xian's sleeve, pointing across the street:
"Over there, I've called a DiDi ride! I just learned how to use it a few days ago; it's much better than Uber, and it's a domestic app which is more convenient to use."
