Her gaze fell on the bag held by the taxi driver, and Song Qiao realized that it was indeed her own. Gratefully, she smiled at the taxi driver and extended her hand to take it, "Thank you, you've really gone out of your way."
The driver smiled candidly and handed over the change to Song Qiao, "This is your change. If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way. Oh, and if you're worried about something missing from your bag, you can check it."
"No need, thank you for the trouble."
After the driver left, Song Qiao looked at the bag in her hand, relieved. Just as she was about to use her other hand to pick up the bag and stand up, she belatedly realized that her hand was injured. Although not severe, it really was quite painful.
"Let's go and get that treated, no need to play tough." A deep, pleasant voice sounded again, as if it were just a short distance away, even mixed with the man's strong masculine scent.
