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That night, Pei Sichen couldn't sleep well. In the early hours of the morning, he suddenly sat up in bed, took out his phone, and sent Gu Qingqing a red envelope.

[15.9 yuan, for the taxi fare.]

One second, two seconds, one minute, two minutes passed, but there was no response from the other end.

The faint light from the phone illuminated his face, adding a layer of coldness to his impeccable features. If Bai Mu were to see him like this, he would surely break out in a cold sweat.

Three minutes later, the red envelope was finally accepted, and a message came back: [Today's taxi fare is 16.2 yuan.]

The coldness dissipated suddenly, replaced by a sense of warmth. Pei Sichen's lips curved into a smile. [The driver today was not honest. The difference between your home and mine shouldn't exceed twenty cents.]

The girl was relentless. [You still owe me three cents.]

Pei Sichen sent over three cents, but there were some words he couldn't bring himself to say.

Wednesday.