Wen Mian naturally knew this was the case, after all, that area was the Pei Family's private domain.
Even though the road was made quite spacious, no vehicles were allowed to pass on regular days.
Having made the driver aware of her understanding, he stepped on the gas and left from the front of Mo Yuyan's residential building.
Soon, Wen Mian arrived at the intersection.
As Wen Mian was just paying the fare, her phone vibrated once again.
While walking home, Wen Mian answered the phone, "I'm at the intersection now, almost home."
Pei's father's tone was already somewhat impatient, "How long has it been since I called you?"
Wen Mian had long since lost the desire to respond, randomly pulling out an excuse, "The taxi took a road that was severely congested."
Pei's father snorted coldly but eventually said nothing, "Fine, just hurry up."
Wen Mian hadn't even managed to give a perfunctory response before the call was already disconnected.
