After Dasong steadied himself, he immediately cursed at the driver ahead, "You little punk, what kind of driving is that?" It was so hard for him to get a chance to go out on a task with the lady, instead of making him look good, it made him lose face. He was pissed off.
The driver in front was only in his twenties and looked quite sharp, otherwise Dasong wouldn't have brought him along.
In a panic, he quickly turned to look at Qinghe, "I'm sorry, Miss, Brother Song, someone suddenly came out in front of us, I'll go down and check what's going on."
Qinghe nodded, and only then did the driver, with an indignant face, get out of the car, his eyes dark and threatening. He wanted to find out who made him embarrass himself in front of the lady and rip their skin off.
After seeing the scene in front of him, the driver was startlingly shaken. Damn it, could it be a ghost encounter in the middle of the night?
