On the short stretch of road following that, Nan Zhihao felt as if his feet were floating, and he wasn't even sure what he was thinking.
He just followed Xia Tian, walking ahead, until they reached a place resembling a platform.
"Alright, it will be more convenient to catch a taxi here. Mr. Nan, sending you off here should be fine."
Xia Tian smiled brightly, waving at a taxi with a small green sign on the side, and the driver swiftly turned over.
Nan Zhihao opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something; but his thoughts were so tangled that it was as if his entire body, including his mind and throat, were stuck, and he found himself unable to make a sound.
What came to the tip of his tongue were just some repetitive and dry words of thanks.
Xia Tian listened and smiled even more. She understood his current state well and, after once more expressing her apologies for the abrupt interruption today, got into the car and left.
"Buzz—buzz—"
