After working overtime until late at night, Jiang Zhiyue fell asleep in the car.
When she woke up, the car was parked downstairs of her house. The online ride-hailing order on the mobile phone has long been cancelled.
She didn't recognize the man in the driver's seat.
Wearing a black coat, he waited quietly for her to speak in the dim light.
"How do you know where my home is?" Her voice began to tighten.
"You got on the wrong bus." He said, without answering the question "How do you know where my home is?"
"Shall I transfer the fare to you? Can I use WeChat?"
He was silent for a second.
"No, I don't have WeChat."
"Good night, Miss Jiang."
The black Bentley drove silently into the night.
She stood there.
How did he know my surname was Jiang?
One Hundred Years of Solitude × Lawyer
Intention: Love conquers heaven