After Zhao Yang got out of the taxi, the car started up slowly, and the driver glanced at the rearview mirror, addressing the two extraordinary-looking girls, Su Xiaoyue and Yingtao, in the back seat, "Your friend really knows how to talk big."
"What do you mean talk big?" Su Xiaoyue's face changed as she spoke.
"I heard it all just now, some old man's gotten seriously ill and they're looking for him to take a look. How old is he anyway? Not to hide it from you, my son is in medical school and about to graduate, he's considered a top student there, but even close to graduation, he's still half-baked. Your friend's about the same age as my son, what does he know?"
As he said this, the driver was both proud and contemptuous.
