Yan Xiaobei spent a long time in a taxi to reach the Manhattan residential area.
Sitting in the car, from afar, Yan Xiaobei saw a woman standing at the door, anxiously waiting. As the taxi stopped and he got out, the woman rushed forward.
"What on earth happened? Why did you forget even the address of our home? Tell me, what did you go through? You weren't injured, were you? Your head is okay, right?"
The woman reached out, touching and inspecting Yan Xiaobei's face, head in confusion.
Yan Xiaobei brushed her hand away, "Pay the fare first, we'll talk once we're home."
After the woman paid, the taxi drove away, and the woman led Yan Xiaobei back home. It was a typical villa with three floors, luxuriously decorated.
Earlier, Yan Xiaobei learned that Yan Nantian's father was definitely no minor figure, and now, having a villa in the Manhattan District suggests he is undoubtedly a wealthy man.
Yan Xiaobei couldn't fathom how much money there actually was.
