Ye Guichen left Boss Mo's place, and it was already close to ten at night.
It was rare for him to have a bit of alcohol, and sitting in the taxi, Ye Guichen half-closed his eyes.
The taxi driver kept glancing at Ye Guichen through the rearview mirror, his curiosity about Ye Guichen growing to the extreme.
As a night shift driver who often operates around here, the driver knew that anyone who came out of that small building was no ordinary person.
But those he had seen occasionally before were all over forty years old. Today, there was a man in his twenties, and when he picked up Ye Guichen, someone personally escorted him out.
This made the driver even more curious about Ye Guichen's identity.
"Driver, is there a flower growing on my face?" Ye Guichen still half-closed his eyes, suddenly speaking, startling the driver.
The driver smiled awkwardly, not expecting Ye Guichen to notice him sneaking glances: "No, nothing, sir..."
