Wang Qian saw a taxi ahead and quickly waved her hand.
The taxi driver was a man with a beard, and he also saw Wang Qian. He felt a sense of unreality when he saw Wang Qian.
At this late hour, there was rarely any business, and occasionally he would only pick up some women engaged in nighttime activities.
Seeing Wang Qian's clear face, he couldn't believe his eyes.
Such a beautiful woman is out selling herself? It doesn't make sense.
"How much?" The bearded driver couldn't help but ask as Wang Qian got into the car.
Wang Qian understood what he meant, and she didn't get angry. It was understandable to be misunderstood for standing on the street this late.
"You got the wrong person. I'm not out selling myself," Wang Qian said casually.
The bearded driver looked disdainful, as if he thought Wang Qian was looking down on him as a taxi driver.
"Just a hooker, what's the big deal?" The bearded driver said indifferently.
