With Pei Zhiyao's urging, Wen Mian had no choice but to immediately take a taxi back to Pei Zhiyao's villa.
If she didn't go tonight, she was afraid she might never have the chance again.
Having this thought, Wen Mian quickly stood up and hurriedly left the rental room to head towards the villa.
Who knew that on the way there, the taxi would suddenly stop in the middle of the road.
Wen Mian's body jerked sharply with the motion.
"What's wrong?"
"The car's broken down."
The driver remained expressionless, even seeming a bit annoyed.
"So what do we do now?"
As Wen Mian voiced her question, the driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror.
The dissatisfaction in his eyes seemed like it was about to spill over.
"What do you want me to do? The car's broken down, do you expect me to push it? Of course, we have to wait here for help."
Wen Mian was already fuming with anger over Pei Zhiyao.
