C318 It Was a Strange Driver

Zhao Qinghe held a cigarette in his mouth and didn't light it. Actually, he wanted to quit smoking, but he didn't expect it to get worse and worse here.

He casually hailed a car and reported his address.

It was already very late. Chanqiu should have already gone home.

"Little brother, are you unhappy?" The driver was a middle-aged man in his forties. He seemed to be very talkative