"Impossible!" Leng Yan gritted his teeth and held her tighter, as if trying to integrate her into his very bones.
The moment Tan Qing answered the call, he didn't hesitate to call another taxi. He handed the driver five hundred yuan, explaining he had a quarrel with his wife and requested to follow the car she was in at all costs.
Luckily, the driver recognized the license plate and immediately smiled, as it belonged to the same company. He let Leng Yan use his phone to send a message, and at a red light, the driver of the taxi Wen Nuan was in sent over a text with the name of the hotel she was heading to.
Held so tightly by him, Wen Nuan struggled to breathe. Looking at Leng Yan's face, her nose tingled with an impending rush of tears. She bit her lip firmly to hold them back. Listening to him recount how he arrived at the hotel before her made her teeth itch with anger. She truly wanted to file a complaint against the taxi company.
