Song Yan subconsciously glanced toward the rear-seat window; even though she couldn't see anything, she felt as if there was an intense, scorching gaze watching her from there...
Song Yan hurriedly shifted her gaze away and silently pulled down the hat she was wearing.
As it turned out, once bad luck strikes, all sorts of things can happen.
"Miss Song, are... are you alright?" The driver, looking at her disheveled appearance, showed a guilty expression and repeatedly apologized, "I'm so sorry, it's my fault, please forgive me."
Song Yan waved her hand dismissively.
Forget it.
Now that the person had even turned around to apologize so sincerely, she had no reason to be aggressively demanding.
Besides...
Song Yan used the corner of her eye to steal a glimpse behind the driver and said, "It's fine, you can go."
Hurry up and leave.
Hurry up and take him away!
The driver, still worried, asked, "Miss Song, do you... need a ride home while you're here?"
"No need."
