After Su Zhinian left, Cheng Qingchong called to inform the driver.
When the driver saw Su Zhinian, he walked over immediately. "Mr. Su."
Su Zhinian was bent over coughing before he straightened himself. Under the single lamp post, the lines of the man's face were carved by the lights enhancing his handsomeness; however, at the bottom of his eyes, a red light was glowering.
The driver staggered back a few steps, startled by what he saw. After a moment, he asked cautiously, "Mr. Su, are you okay?"
Why are so many people asking me that question tonight?
Su Zhinian laughed at the absurdity of the question as he tossed the cigarette box in his hands to the driver and opened his palm at him, saying, "Car key."
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Su Zhinian did not know where he was going; he just drove through the busy Beijing streets aimlessly. The traffic at 8 pm was rather congested, and Su Zhinian was either honking for others to move, or others were doing the same to him.
