The man's explanation at this time seemed to have little effect.
Lu Jing gave a nervous laugh twice, said nothing more, and briskly left the surveillance room.
Jiang Ye froze where he stood, sighed helplessly, then hurried after him.
"Wife, honey, wait for me."
It would have been better if he hadn't said that, for the woman in front instantly quickened her pace.
After leaving the hotel, she hailed a taxi and slammed the door shut:
"Driver, please go quickly."
"Okay."
For taxi drivers who spend all day running around the city, this kind of situation is nothing surprising.
After driving a distance, the driver finally asked:
"Miss, what's wrong? Did you argue with your boyfriend?"
Lu Jing pressed her lips together. Before she even had a chance to answer, the driver had already started chatting blithely:
"You young people are like this, we don't have the energy for that anymore, you know.
Miss, I see your boyfriend is really worried about you."
"Is he?" finally spoke.
