Everyone had left, and the stairwell fell silent.
After a moment of silence, Qiao Yin saw that Lu Lingche made no move to leave, so she started to walk down the stairs.
As she passed by Lu Lingche, however, he reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Qiao Yin lifted her head and looked at him calmly, "President Lu, are you not leaving?"
Lu Lingche's voice was very hoarse, "I'm sorry."
With a faint smile, Qiao Yin said, "It's okay, I've always been taking revenge, on you, on Lan Yuyi, I've spared no one. I hope that when you find out what I've done to you in the future, don't hate me too much. But it's fine if you do hate me, I'm not afraid anymore."
Lu Lingche shook his head, "That won't happen, no matter what you've done to me, I will not hate you."
"It's best not to speak too soon or too absolutely, it's easy to end up eating your words."