"Are you leaving or not?"
No response.
Seeing the person not moving for a long time, the taxi driver muttered something, then stepped on the gas and left.
Through the gaps of the bustling traffic, one could clearly see that the Tesla was still parked on the opposite side of the street.
It wasn't an illusion.
Luo Han, with a mind blank of all thoughts, clenched his hands, dragged his stiff steps, and walked like a zombie on the zebra crossing through the street.
Pulled the door.
Got into the car.
The Tesla started.
The female driver drove quietly, without speaking.
"Catastrophe should not involve family members, Miss Hu, please spare Yao Yao. She really likes you."
Luo Han spoke hoarsely.
Hu Die's expression remained unchanged. While driving, she quietly said, "Why do you do this. Have you forgotten how you got everything today?"
"I have never forgotten Young Master Fang's great kindness, but I had no choice."
