Zhao Bin's car stopped at the hotel at noon, so he didn't drive in the afternoon. He had to take a taxi to the hotel at noon.

"Master, please hurry up." Zhao Bin looked at the taxi driver and said anxiously.

"I can't hurry if you call me a big brother, red light boy." The driver grinned bitterly. After all, he could not run the red light because of Zhao Bin's words.

"Here's the money. Run it for me!" Zhao Bin took out a stack of hundred yuan bills and put them directly in front of the driver.

"Boy, I said you guys have seen more youth idol dramas, run...