It was currently rush hour.
Thus, they were able to quickly catch up… in just ten minutes, the black coloured sedan where Qiao Qiao’s father was in, the white coloured Volkswagen and the cab where Chen Xiaolian was in were all stuck in the same crossroad.
The cab driver glanced suspiciously at Chen Xiaolian as he attempted to guess Chen Xiaolian’s circumstance.
Bringing out a stack of bills to get a cab in order to chase the car in front – this was something one would usually see in dramas.
“Little friend, looking at your age, you do not seem like the police… are you chasing after your girlfriend?” The driver opened his mouth and asked.
Chen Xiaolian gave an “en” and glanced at him. “Do not ask so much, just chase after the car in front. Do not ask about other stuff.”
