The driver was startled.
He slammed the brakes to the floor, coming to an emergency stop.
Tang Qian's lipstick skewed, and she was anxious: "What are you doing!"
Bai Zhi'er stepped out of the car.
Clearly, it was sunny when they left, but now the sky was covered with dark clouds, looming as if it was about to rain.
The car stopped at the foot of a mountain; there were not many pedestrians around.
Tang Qian followed down: "Immortal sister, what are you doing? Our director is very fierce, do you know if we're late he'll scold me to death!"
Bai Zhi'er glanced ahead and decisively said, "We can't go through that path, let's take a detour."
"Detour?!" The driver caught up and upon hearing this, was immediately unhappy: "A detour will take an additional half hour."
Tang Qian waved her hand: "That's not acceptable!"
Bai Zhi'er grabbed her wrist: "Tang Qian, do you think the movie is important, or life is important?"
Tang Qian was taken aback.
