Yang Xing was surprisingly talkative. Yan Fei could understand his kindness, knowing he was trying to lighten the psychological burden in his heart—after all, it wasn't common for a normal person to leave the airport and immediately let go of such an ordeal.
Finally, the taxi came to a stop. Yan Fei casually pulled out a few dollar bills to pay the fare. Yang Xing felt a little embarrassed but refrained from arguing in front of the taxi driver. Walking along an avenue lined with tall trees and bustling with students who clearly looked like university-goers, Yang Xing said, "I'll reimburse some of the money later when we get back. On the way here I—"
"I'm not just here to learn with you; I have another task: to investigate the beef market here," Yan Fei remarked with a grin. "Talking about money with me feels too formal. Besides, during the time we've spent in the taxi, the cattle ranch back home has probably earned more than the funds you've been granted for this trip to America."
