Song Qiao thought for a moment, then directly shook her head, "I'd rather take a taxi." Saying that, she took Song Nianhuan and was about to hail a taxi.
Ji Sifan was stunned, then quickly stepped forward and grabbed Song Qiao's arm, saying, "Auntie, are you really going to take a taxi? Isn't this car better? Not only is the car pretty and stylish, but you can tell the driver's identity is quite impressive... Of course, my identity is indeed impressive, and besides, having a handsome guy like me as your driver, you're actually turning me down?"
Song Qiao had the urge to roll her eyes upon hearing Ji Sifan's words, and after giving him a casual glance, she replied, "I prefer to keep a low profile. If you had come over in a Chery, I wouldn't mind either."
Ji Sifan was momentarily speechless because he knew Song Qiao was telling the truth. Even if he arrived on a bicycle, she probably wouldn't mind.
