Zhan Moxiao suddenly realized that since Ou Xiaolan had entered his life, there seemed to be not a single day of peace.
The three-day holiday wasn't quiet at all; he hadn't had a good night's sleep all night.
The night before last, he had suffered from his strange illness all night long.
Last night, he had frantically tracked down that old shirt.
And tonight, he was about to chase after his runaway wife.
Sigh, having a wife at home who is too good at causing trouble really keeps one from ever getting a break!
...
Inside a yellow and white taxi speeding silently on the highway, two girls as beautiful as flowers sat in the back seat.
What a life-or-death great escape!
The driver was a middle-aged uncle who seemed rather soft-hearted, "Ladies, what are you going to Fei City for?"
