Before he could finish speaking, Gu Jin's worried voice came through the receiver, "Xiao An, what trouble have you encountered?"
Knowing that she had heard Allen's words, An Mingji gently reassured, "It's nothing, just a little trouble on the way. I'll be home later."
"Are you sure it's nothing?" Gu Jin still seemed a bit worried.
An Mingji: "Hmm, it's really nothing. Okay, got it, I will—"
After hanging up the phone, An Mingji looked up, meeting the driver's uneasy gaze.
"Don't head home yet, follow those people instead."
Gu Jin called, asking him when he'd get home; hearing it might take a while, she decided to sleep first.
Essentially, it meant even if he went home now, he wouldn't see Gu Jin.
An Mingji felt uneasy in his heart.
Although, he knew that even without those people earlier, he would've been home late anyway.
But if he could be faster, perhaps Gu Jin might wait for him.
The delay of these ten or so minutes had a different significance for him.
