"I'll go in first. Please trouble Dr. Zhou to send Xiao Xian back. She's temporarily staying in a siheyuan down the alley, where it's dark and the road is not easy to walk," Xuerou, somehow, started to meddle like Yiyi.
The taxi had driven quite a distance before Xuerou finally turned around contentedly and entered her home.
In the snowy weather, the taxi was moving exceptionally slow. The man and woman in the back seat didn't speak, their eyes shining under the dim streetlights as they each were lost in thought.
Xiao Xian felt a slight fluctuation of Spiritual Power, like a warm breeze, brushing past the driver's seat. A Spiritual Power barrier formed around the driver, so that whatever the people in the back seat said or did, the driver would only feel confused and unaware.
