They were only a quarter of the way home, but it was fast approaching midnight. They still needed around two to three hours before they would reach home, so in other words, Su Zhinian would have to spend the rest of the night driving.
It was because of her that he had to suffer like this. Song Qingchun's heart was assaulted by guilt. She stared at Su Zhinian through the rear-view mirror and soon came to a decision. "Su Zhinian, do we need to return to the city tonight?"
Confusion flashed across Su Zhinian's eyes. He turned around to glance at Song Qingchun, at which point, she added, "It's already almost 12 am. It'll be 2 to 3 am when we reach the city; why don't we just find a hotel nearby to rest for the night?"
