No After-Sales Service for Passersby

Watching the silent driver take the car somewhere deserted, Jing Zhijing finally loses her nerve. “Even though we’ve broken up, you don’t have to dump me out here.” Someone clutches the seat belt and trembles. “There’s nowhere more suitable. Stop stalling. This road isn’t open to traffic yet.” Her ex-boyfriend has turned into a driving instructor. He doesn’t seem inclined to negotiate, so she resigns herself and takes the driver’s seat…