"Driver, do you believe in love?"
Fang Qing was like a stuck tape recorder.
"I do."
The driver answered crisply and decisively. "Me and my wife, that's love. We've been married over twenty years. Except for the first three months, there hasn't been a time we weren't arguing. We've been to the civil affairs bureau more times than I can count, but we just can't get divorced. You tell me, if that's not love, what is it?"
"Driver, I paid money. Four hundred! You answer me, not the other way around."
Jiang Chen held back a laugh as he watched his childhood friend whose logic was still surprisingly clear. Drunk women were actually kind of cute.
