"Hongxia, it's not that I want to criticize you, but why are you getting so worked up over a driver?"
Lin Changhe gave his wife a sideways glance and said in a low voice, "If he really quits on us, we'll have to line up for a taxi. Have you seen how many people are waiting here?"
With that, he pointed to the long queue at the exit next to them.
At this hour, several flights had arrived at Jinling Airport, and there were indeed quite a few people coming out.
Yang Hongxia had wanted to retort a couple of sentences, but looking at the scene before her, she grudgingly backed down. Not to mention that it would mean provoking the driver, and she would have to meekly wait in line for a taxi. If she really had to take a taxi and endure the smell left by tens or hundreds of people who had ridden in it every day, she couldn't stand it.
"What a mess this little girl has created! So annoying!"
