Yang Chen didn't expect that Xiaolong and Wang Hao could be so efficient; the goods were already laid out.
After drinking, Yang Chen hailed a cab.
"Where to?" the driver asked.
Yang Chen replied nonchalantly, "Emperor Garden."
"What?" the driver seemed not to have heard clearly and asked again.
"Emperor Garden," Yang Chen repeated.
The driver glanced at Yang Chen through the rearview mirror, observing him from top to bottom, realizing Yang Chen's attire couldn't possibly exceed a hundred yuan. Living in Emperor Garden? Must be joking!
"Young man, are you sure you're not drunk?" the driver asked.
Yang Chen leaned back in his seat and said lightly, "No, just drive."
"Do you have money on you?" the driver asked again.
Yang Chen frowned slightly, staring at the driver through the rearview mirror, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, maybe you're drunk, and don't know where you're going without money, and I won't get paid after driving around," the driver explained.
