Chapter 223 What did I do to be a hooligan?

"Let's go, to pick up the kids," Christopher strode up to her, his handsome features softened, and he opened his mouth in a low voice.

Amelia blinked, her gaze involuntarily shifted away, her expression light and her tone colder, "I've called a rideshare. I'll go by myself."

"Has it arrived?"

"Yes." The woman responded, then looked down at her phone to confirm the license plate number, and then waved towards a Buick parked by the roadside.

She hurried over, and Christopher followed.

Then, as she opened the car door, the man stretched his hand out and slammed the door shut again.

Amelia instantly became furious, "What the hell are you doing?!"

The driver sensed something was off and rolled down the window, "Hey, you guys—"

"Sorry, we won't be taking it," Christopher spoke up first, his expression as aloof as ever when dealing with strangers.

After he spoke, without waiting for the driver to express dissatisfaction, he immediately asked, "Do you have a payment code?"