Her gaze fell on the bag held in the driver's hand, Song Qiao only then realized that it indeed was her own bag. She smiled gratefully at the taxi driver and reached out to take it, "Thank you, you really went out of your way."
The driver smiled naively and handed the change in his hand to Song Qiao, "This is your change. If there's nothing else, I'll be heading back. Oh, and if you're worried about missing items in your bag, you can check it."
"No need, I've troubled you enough."
As the driver left, Song Qiao looked at the bag in her hand and breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to use her other hand to hold the bag and stand up, she belatedly realized her hand was injured. It wasn't too severe, but it was quite painful indeed.
"Let's get that treated, no need to act tough." The deep pleasant voice rose again, seemingly very close, even mingling with the strong masculine scent of the man.
