Dad’s life, if it is because of his willful use of money to attend cram school...

In the taxi, Nazha didn't dare to think about it anymore.

She hates it so much.

I hate myself for being so willful!

I hate myself for why I had to choose this path!

If I hadn't put so much pressure on my father, why would his health suddenly begin to deteriorate?

"Woooooooo..."

In the back seat of the taxi, the girl burst into tears again.

The driver was very surprised.

But he didn't ask.

I have encountered too many different types of people driving taxis.

He has met many people, some who were so heartbroken after a breakup that they got drunk and vomited in the car, or those who suddenly had an emotional breakdown and wandered around the city aimlessly...

There are so many different things, everything is there.

When people reach middle age, they are actually very open-minded about some things.

This city has swallowed up the dreams of too many people. Young people have graduated from college...or some have simply come to this city as drifters before graduating from college. They drift around and finally return with scars all over their bodies.

The situation in my hometown is simply too common.

To put it bluntly, what is good about this city?

A poor boy who comes here and works hard all his life can afford to buy a house?

Not everyone can meet some noble people or opportunities, or even if you do, you may not be able to seize them.

In the end, isn’t it just a matter of trying to draw water from a bamboo basket?

The wages here are high, but the problem is that your expenses are not small.

Take a look... isn't this young man an example?

He didn't think about other reasons why the other party was crying and running to the airport...

Just think of it as career failure or emotional frustration.

Others...he didn't want to think about it either.

Why bother? I hope that people will be better, and at least their conscience will be at peace.

So, the driver allowed the girl's tears to burst into tears while he drove the car more smoothly.

Until the phone rings.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

"Hello madam, I am Li Xiao from Qiangjiu Real Estate. Director Xu gave me your contact information..."

Just when Nazha subconsciously thought it was a real estate sales pitch and was about to hang up the phone, she heard the next sentence in time.

"Xu...Xu Director?"

"Yes."

The male voice named Li Xiao sounded unusually calm:

"May I ask where you are now? I am waiting for your arrival at the entrance of the private jet terminal between T2 and T3. How much luggage do you have? Do you need me to arrange for someone to pick up your luggage?"

He is calm, polite, and even very particular about his choice of words.

Normally, Nazha would have dealt with it very carefully.

But at this moment, she couldn't care so much anymore:

"I... didn't take my luggage. Are you holding my ticket?"

"Ticket ticket... No, no, ma'am, Director Xu specially arranged a private jet to pick you up and asked me to take care of your journey. Are you on your way here now? If it's convenient, I'll check in with the driver.

Is it okay to work?”

"……ah?"

Nazha was really confused this time.

The main thing is... this man speaks in a polite manner, which sounds very polite, but a bit... convoluted.

She really can't take care of so much in her mind now.

So he asked:

"Did Director Xu arrange a private plane to take me off?"

There was joy from the bottom of her voice...

I can hurry home and see my dad...

"Yes."

"Then...then I know the place. I can go directly to the door. Can we take off immediately?"

"Of course, the route has been prepared. Are you going to the door? Is it the door? Or is it the terminal entrance? If you find it inconvenient, you can ask the driver to give me your license plate number and I will log it in..."

"Entrance! Entrance! I'm at the entrance!"

"Well, okay, then I'll wait for you at the entrance. I'm wearing a black suit and holding a briefcase in my hand. You can easily see me."

"Okay, okay!"

Nazha quickly hung up the phone and asked quickly towards the taxi:

"Master, do you know the small terminal building between T3 and T2 terminals?"

"The one that goes directly under the bridge?"

The taxi driver asked suppressing the absurdity in his heart.

"Yes! I'll go there!"

"good."

"Can you please hurry up?"

"OK."

The taxi also started to speed up.

While running, he looked through the rearview mirror at the girl whose eyes were red and swollen, but whose face was full of anxiety...

I started to whisper in my heart.

what's the situation?

Do rich people take taxis?

Isn't it the young lady who escaped from somewhere?

Director Xu...?

Which director Xu?

Oops. Or maybe being a star makes money quickly. A director will be picked up and dropped off by a private jet when he goes out... Tsk tsk... By the way, who is this girl to this director?

She looks quite tender... could she be a mistress?

In any case, it can be included in the mental activities of future conversations. The taxi arrived at the small terminal building that even taxis only knew about but rarely went here.

After Nazha paid, the car door had been opened.

The man named Li Xiao looks like he is in his early thirties, and there is nothing wrong with him in either his manners or his self-cultivation, as if he is specially used to serve as a concierge.

With a perfect polite smile on her face, after opening the car door, she wanted to say hello...but Nazha quickly said:

"Li...Mr. Li, can we leave now?"

"..."

Li Xiao was finally stunned when he heard the title "Mr. Li".

But he quickly responded:

"Yes, let's go in. The plane is ready. Have you arranged to pick it up in Beijiang?"

"...No, can you find the car? I want to get off the plane and rush to the hospital as quickly as possible."

"Hospital...no problem. Leave it to me then."

Li Xiao nodded, and as soon as he agreed, Nazha was already running towards the terminal building.

Seeing this, he quickly stepped forward to catch up.

The words are simple and not complex.

It was the second time I took Director Xu and Sister Mi’s flight. This time the girl didn’t have any curiosity or eagerness to try.
To be continued...