The driver opened the navigation and directly input "Hot Spring Villa," and the sweet voice of the GPS started playing.
Luo Qian instantly felt a chill down his spine. He tightened his grip on the strap of his backpack and asked casually, "How do you know we're heading to Hot Spring Villa?"
A few days ago, he took a taxi with Sister An and encountered a dishonest driver. He still had lingering psychological trauma from that; if it weren't for having no other choice, he really wouldn't want to take a taxi.
The man was wearing a hat and a face mask, wrapping his face up tightly. He looked suspicious no matter how you viewed him.
One hand was already in his pocket, ready to dial the police line at any moment.
The driver's muffled voice came through the mask, "A lady with the last name Shen booked in advance, ending in XXXX."
