"Master, I am in a hurry. Why don't you leave?"

The taxi master braked a little tricky, and a sudden brake passed, so that Clara almost hit her head.

"The car is broken. We can't go now."

The driver was wearing a sports cap, and the expression on his face was not particularly real. With the faint car light, Clara had a wrong intuition, so she was ready to get off the taxi so that she could escape outward in time.

She had already turned on her mobile phone and dialed ...