The driver raised an eyebrow, momentarily caught off guard.

After a pause, he replied, If youre not going there, youll still have to pay the full fare.

Just change the route.

Ill pay, Moss shot back, impatience rising.

He pulled out a thick stack of cash to show it to the driver.

Hurry up.

Ive got something important to do.

When the driver saw the stack of bills, his eyes lit up.

Just then, Moss said, Take me to the train station.

At the north entrance of the train station.

Moss, cradling Melon in his arms, hopped out of the car in a hurry.

driver trailed behind,

quickly unfolded the stroller and helped Moss

A s L I B R A R Y In a flurry of motion, the driver fished out the stack of cash Moss had

his wallet was thin, he wasnt

plucked out a few bills for his fare, ready to hand the

glanced up, he saw Moss already pushing the stroller

Your money! the driver called out, his voice tinged with

stopped him, telling him to move his car, cautioning about potential traffic

his protests, the guard

alternative, the driver resorted to shouting after

backward glance before disappearing into the station,

stood bewildered, his

Moss be to abandon such a

thought jolted

hurriedly scrutinized

impatient security guard nudged him, his voice rising above

deaf? I told you to move your car! With no other choice, the driver returned to his car with the money

Moss strode purposefully, exchanging his glasses for a pair of

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