About ten minutes later, Fang Yi drove to the airport.
The front passenger door opened, and the driver got out of the car in a hurry, ran to the trash can, and started vomiting.
Fang Yi got out of the driver's seat, walked over, and handed the driver some tissues he had casually grabbed from the car.
The driver took a few tissues to wipe his mouth, then looked up at Fang Yi with a rather unfriendly expression.
"Young man, you're pushing people too hard," the driver said.
"Sorry, I'll be more careful next time."
The driver said nothing more.
"By the way, Sir, buy a cake for your daughter when you go back," Fang Yi said.
The driver was taken aback.
"Consider it a gift from me to your daughter," Fang Yi said as he took out his wallet.
Without another word, the driver walked over to the taxi.
Opening the car door, the driver stood by the car door and said, "Young man, I hope we meet again. Next time, I'll buy you a drink, but I'm not sure if you can hold your liquor!"
