C507 Human Heart Is Not Good at Swallowing an Elephant

I quietly sat in the back seat of the taxi and said to the driver in front of me, "Mr. Driver, I'd like to trouble you to drive to a relatively remote place. Someone is following me from behind."

The driver looked behind him through his rearview mirror, then said with a hint of worry in his voice.

"Sir, if there's someone following you from behind