"You don't need to pick me up anymore. I can't stand waiting for President Lu, it's a waste of your time, and I don't want to argue with you. I'm so tired my throat is burning."
Lu Chenyuan lowered all the car windows, letting the night wind blow in, carrying a moist and cool breeze.
"I know you didn't convince Lin Yang, and if he said anything unpleasant, I apologize on his behalf." After saying that, Lin Yan felt uneasy again, "But Lin Yang probably wouldn't dare say anything too harsh to you, right."
Lin Yan couldn't quite grasp Lu Chenyuan's meaning.
He was too lazy to clarify, "It's so late; does the television station have boxed meals?"
Lu Chenyuan wanted to drop the matter and not fuss with Lin Yan.
"I don't have an appetite, I'll just go home without eating." Lin Yan raised the windows, the night wind piercing her bones.
