Seeing Song Yan arrive home safe and sound, Uncle Bai heaved a sigh of relief.
"Miss, why did you walk back?... Where's the car?"
Song Yan had taken a taxi, and as soon as it stopped at the door, she got out and walked back.
Uncle Bai circled around her anxiously to make sure she was alright before he could finally relax, then said, "Miss, it's good that you're okay. If the car is broken, it's broken, no worries."
Did he think that not only had she been in another car accident, but also that she hadn't returned with the car?
After listening to him, Song Yan responded with a bitter smile, "Uncle Bai, I didn't drive; I came back by taxi."
"Taking a taxi is good, taking a taxi is good. I was just saying, Miss, why insist on driving yourself? It's tiring and no fun. From now on, leave such things to a driver, and never try to do it yourself again!"
