The solid wood furniture factory owned by Wen Zhixia's family was not far from their home. It only took a little over ten minutes to drive there.
Although her family worked in timber processing and solid wood furniture, Wen Zhixia rarely visited the factory's production workshops. At most, she wandered around the showroom at the factory outlet.
Wen Zhixue opened the car door and climbed into the driver's seat. Wen Zhixia, who liked riding shotgun, headed for the back seat instead.
"Taoist, you sit in front."
"All right."
Chen Shi'an sat in the front passenger seat, and Fat Ink jumped onto his lap. Once the door closed, the cat stood up, resting both front paws against the window to look outside.
As Wen Zhixue buckled his seat belt, he turned back with a smile. "Have you got your driver's license, Shi'an? Can you drive?"
"Not yet."
After spending so long away from the mountain, Chen Shi'an knew that these days, inheriting a Taoist temple required a diploma, and driving required a license. Although he did not own a car yet, he was quite interested in driving and planned to make time to get a license.
"Having a license makes things easier. You're eighteen now, so you can find some time to take lessons. I was thinking of signing Zhizhi up for lessons after her college entrance exams, too."
"Sounds good! Then let's learn together, Taoist," Wen Zhixia said, poking her head forward from the back seat.
"Sure."
Chen Shi'an nodded.
Wen Zhixue started the car, and the little black sedan slowly pulled out of the ground-floor garage.
Chen Shi'an turned sideways, watching with interest as Wen Zhixue drove.
Suddenly, the car began beeping.
Wen Zhixue turned to look.
"Shi'an, you need to buckle your seat belt."
"Hahaha, the Taoist hardly