In the car, Shi Su looked at the driver and asked repeatedly, "Sir, are you sure you can earn back the gas money driving this kind of car to pick up passengers?"
Driver: "…Huh? I guess I can."
Driver's inner thoughts: How would I know what whim the second young master of the Jing Family is on? Suddenly asking me to come and pick someone up here, and to even go through the trouble of pretending to be a Didi driver.
Meanwhile, at home, Jing Luozhou sneezed, wiped his nose with his hand, and glanced at the phone that had already been hung up.
He had no idea what the hell his brother was thinking either!
Isn't Jing Jihan living a fugitive life outside? He just called, but didn't talk about anything related to the company or ask how things are arranged at home, just wanted him to send a car to pick someone up. What's going on?
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The black Rolls-Royce delivered Shi Su to her destination at an absolute speed, neither too early nor too late, precisely at nine o'clock.
