Zhao Dong hurriedly pulled Qing Yu back, then turned to the driver with a serious expression. "Sir, I'll say this one last time. It's not that we don't want to pay; we literally have no money on us right now."
"If you won't let me pay you later, then at least lend me your phone so I can call someone to bring the money. Is that alright?"
"That's hilarious! What? Skipping the fare isn't enough, now you want to rob me of my phone?" The driver took out his cell phone and dialed the Inspector General's Office.
Soon, the driver got through. "Hello! I'd like to report a..."
A few minutes later, the driver hung up the phone and pointed a finger at Zhao Dong's nose, fuming, "You just wait! This is a society governed by law! I may not be able to deal with you, but I refuse to believe the people from the Inspector General's Office can't!"
"Fine, have it your way," Zhao Dong said with a helpless sigh.
