He was also a cheerful person. To lighten the oppressive atmosphere, he joked, "Hey handsome, you're so trendy! It's the first time I've seen someone dye such a color so well..."
"With such high looks, it'd be a waste if you're not a star!"
The man frowned and ignored him, putting his hat back on and turning his gaze back out the car window. Fiona leaned back in her seat, smiling at the driver in front.
The driver saw the man didn't respond and felt a bit awkward, so he simply shut his mouth and focused on driving.
Fiona turned her head to stare at the man beside her, furrowing her brows, and didn't speak again for the rest of the ride. About half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of Saint Emperia Bridge.
The driver, unaware of their identity, thought they were night visitors to Saint Emperia Bridge, and kindly reminded them before leaving, "Come back during the day; the scenery is better and more spectacular!"
"Haha..." Fiona waved at him as the driver drove away.
