"How did things go?" Unexpectedly, Xiao Yifei thought Ci Xin would scold him, but to his surprise, the first thing she said was a question of concern.
"Not bad." Xiao Yifei said with a smile, although he hesitated, "Aunt... won't blame me for asking them for help?" Because this was a last-ditch effort decided only by him and Muyun, and Ci Xin had been quite opposed to it before.
"Let it be, let it be," Ci Xin laughed, "With the nation and family in crisis, since this is a last resort, just go with your thoughts."
Xiao Yifei was driving a red Bora, leisurely cruising on the wide road. He checked the time; it was already 4:50 PM.
At this slow pace, there's no way he could get home by 5 PM.
Although Chen Hao was lazy, he didn't go so far as to like driving at a snail's pace. It wasn't intentional to be late; it was the office rush hour now, with streams of people and cars on the road, making it seem like the entire nation was concentrated here.
