The night was thick, and the stars twinkled.
At the hotel entrance, the magnolia-style street lamps cast a soft glow, and insects swirled in the light and shadow.
The sedan stopped, and Zhao Xiaoyue took several seconds to suppress the urge to vomit swelling in her heart.
She suspected that all along the way, Lu Binghao had intentionally driven the car very fast to get back at her.
But the truth was, she was the one at fault today.
Although headstrong, she was capable of both taking responsibility and letting go; she now took a very low stance and sincerely apologized.
"I was too impulsive at noon, and this afternoon at the interview, I shouldn't have insulted you without knowing the full story. I'm sorry."
Lu Binghao was visibly disinterested, suddenly somewhat unused to her humbled demeanor.