The Red Dragonfly laughed, an exceptionally alluring smile.
It was well worth her volunteering for the task of stopping the car.
Although Wu Shou didn't stop under the pressure of her beauty, which left her slightly displeased, Wu Shou was still somewhat intriguing, huh.
Thus, the taxi shook violently back and forth...
Five minutes later.
Wu Shou felt that life was utterly meaningless. There's no such thing as a great calamity leading to great fortune; rather, surviving one calamity only leads to another.
There's no rock bottom rebound, only another bottom beneath the bottom.
Wu Shou lay slumped in the passenger seat like a corpse that had been drained of bones, all his harsh words turned into weak, pitiful whimpers.
He seemed to understand why refusing to carry passengers could get your license revoked.
Yes, he might die, because the passenger seat only carries the dead, he himself had said it~
