"Miss, if you don't value your life, I still value mine!"
The taxi driver simply refused.
Qiao En was desperate, "I'll pay more, isn't that enough?"
She scanned the payment QR code and immediately transferred five hundred yuan to the driver, "Please, help me catch up to her."
The driver sighed heavily.
For the money, he did as Qiao En asked.
But the motorcycle seemed to have evaporated into thin air.
Driving Qiao En around Rong City for half a loop, the taxi driver still couldn't spot the motorcycle.
Later, when the taxi ran out of gas and the driver refused to continue, Qiao En finally gave up.
Time just went by day by day.
Su Nian appeared for a moment and then vanished without a trace.
Qiao En called that strange number many times later, but each time she was reminded that the phone was turned off.
On the 7th of July, Qixi Festival, the day Qiao En and Ding Hao were to hold their wedding.
The night before, Zhou Jin'an left on a business trip.
