"Miss are you looking for a taxi?" The taxi driver asked immediately he wound down the front passenger's seat window by her side.

"Oh yea!" She knew something was not right but she quickly got into the taxi and closed the door when she noticed Dexi was getting closer to her.

"Hurry. Drive" Before she could even finished speaking, he accelerated the vehicle and drove into the night.

Sara didn't forget to give Dexi the middle finger when the car drove past him.

Dexi chuckled to himself, he found her entire actions cute.

It was past 11 in the evening when Sara arrived home. The taxi driver was so nice to her that she didn't want to leave there. She was that type to easily attach herself to anyone who was good to. She looked at the young man who was smiling warmly at her and couldn't help smiling back. He looked to be in his early thirties or so and was casually dressed in a tee-shirt and trousers but somehow, his smile and hospitality reminded her of her father.

When she tried to fetch her money from her pocket, she realised it was barely enough to pay the fare. She had spent lots of money on the drinks earlier and had totally forgot to take out a separate money for her fare. She hit her head when she remembered how she had showed off to Dexi earlier. Telling him to have the remaining drinks. If she had known, she would have returned it and asked for a refund. 

She was so embarrassed! This man had been so nice to her, so how do she tell him that she was penniless? She was still sitting in the car, trying to think of something to do when he finally spoke. "Miss, you should hurry in now. That person seems to be waiting for you" He pointed at a man who was standing out in the cold. He looked like he was actually waiting for someone as he kept looking at his left and right with his hands tucked in his coat's pocket.

Sara could not help smiling warmly when she saw her father, Wang Jianjun. "How did you know he was waiting for me?" she suddenly asked.

"You both look alike" He said and winked at her. She laughed lightly and opened the door. It was true that she looked very much like Jianjun Wang. Anyone who saw the both of them could easily tell. Sometimes, she wondered the attributes she inherited from her mother since she never met her but had only seen a picture of her. "Give me a minute. I'll bring you your money. I'm out of cash" She said as soon as she got down. The plan was to ask Jianjun for money. She was likely going to be scolded, but it was better than being embarrassed.

"I'm actually in a hurry now so I'll be going. Pay me some other time..." Before Sara could object, he stretched his body so his hands could reach the door she was still holding.

"Good night Miss" He said then closed the door and drove off.

"Weird!" She muttered as she ran to where her father was standing. As soon as he saw her, he sighed in relief. He had been worried since she had never stayed out till this time. He had called her phone repeatedly but it did not go through.

Immediately she got to where he was standing, he quickly took off the fur coat he was wearing and draped it around her before she hugged him.

"Wear it. You might catch a cold" she said and tried to take it off. He stopped her from taking it off and led her slowly into their small apartment.

Although the apartment was small to some people but to them, it was perfect, warm and comfortable. There were old furnishings and the interior looked quite archaic.

Jianjun was a man and a busy man at that. He didn't have the time to start rearranging the house or changing furniture. Besides, it's not like it was cheap to do so.

Sara on the other hand, was also still busy and didn't really care how the apartment looked like. On the side of the TV was a photo frame of a younger Sara and Jianjun smiling happily.

The silent treatment he was giving her made her uncomfortable. She suddenly gave him a back hug and asked softly "Are you angry at me? Please don't be angry. I had a rough evening" She sniffed after speaking.

She was always a hard and difficult person outside, but being with her father, she was always so soft and innocent. He turned to face her and hugged her properly. "I'm not angry. A young lady shouldn't drink and walk alone at night. What if something bad happened to you?" He said as he patted her back.

"You're really not angry?" she asked quizzically as she raised her head to look at him. He was in his late 40's but still had a nice body built. He was tall, and one could deduce by merely looking at him that he had been quite a looker in his younger days even though the present struggles had taken quite a toll on him.

He placed both his hands on her shoulder and directed her to sit down while he went to the kitchen to fetch her a cup of water. "Joreen has been waiting for you. She fell asleep not quite long" He said as he handed her the glass of water.

Sara seemed to understand what he was implying. She nodded gently.

"When I was trying to reach you but could not, I tried calling Weiyoung instead. But Joreen advised me against it and told me what was happening" He continued.

"I wouldn't have known if it wasn't for her. She was looking through Weiyoung's bag to check if she got her the chocolate she promised when she suddenly saw the card and showed it to me... So I kept it" she narrated before gulping down the entire glass of water.. He nodded.

He seemed to have understood the whole situation and did not want to push further. Besides, it wasn't the right time to ask about it. "I'll draw you a bath. And make you something to eat. You just relax and I'll be right back." He said softly.