After checking his watch for the Nth time, Zhao Dafa couldn't help but urge the taxi driver, "Master, can you go faster, I'm in a hurry."
"The road ahead is blocked, I can't fly over it," the driver replied with a grievance.
Zhao Dafa looked around and realized there was no alternative route, so he simply paid the fare and got out of the car.
As more than half an hour had passed since the time to make the call, and Zhao Dafa hadn't arrived, Shen Hongmei grew increasingly anxious.
Was he delayed on the road, or did he no longer want to come?
She didn't have the courage to call and ask, so she quietly set a time limit in her heart.
At most another fifteen minutes, no, twenty minutes, forget it, half an hour then.
If he didn't show up after another half hour, she would leave...
"Hongmei!"
The familiar voice interrupted Shen Hongmei's thoughts.
When she looked up and saw Zhao Dafa ten meters away, her heartbeat suddenly quickened.