paranoia

Song Wanzhou shut up now, told Song Jing to take good care of himself, then hailed a taxi for him, paid the fare in advance, and stood by the roadside: "Xiao Jing, go home early on weekends, don't forget to bring your homework with you." Come on, do you hear me?"

Song Jing said "Hmm", and waved his hand to signal Song Wanzhou to go in quickly.

When Song Wanzhou was no longer in sight, Song Jing looked away and said in a deep voice, "Get off at the intersection ahead."

Anyway, the toll to Yucai had already been charged, the driver wished he could only drive a few steps, stop just after starting, and send away the first strange guest he met today.

"Jiang Xinzhi, the 'warehouse', are you coming?"