We must believe that love stories in taxis are never reliable, because who knows what brat got into your car.
Zhang Qiling's inner monologue: I don't know what kind of bad guy I got in!
Therefore, unexpected (?) Encounters again and again always make them believe that there really is such a thing as bad luck.
Blind man, please stop staring at me! The cigarette is almost burning your hands!
Mute, you can speak! I can almost cry out!
Blind man, take action when it's time to take action! Come on if you want!
Dumb, you will die if you fail to counterattack!
Zhang Qiling's inner monologue: Who said I couldn't counterattack! I went through thousands of flowers and only picked 8,000! Kill your sister!
Just like that, the happy tragicomedy of urban love begins~