"But…I want to be with you." Yang Sitong looked at Lu Yanchen vacantly, her eyes welling up as she felt like crying.
Lu Yanchen hated girls who cried; therefore, Yang Sitong knew she couldn't cry—she mustn't do anything that Lu Yanchen didn't like.
"Just leave..." Her pitiful expression got nothing in return except Lu Yanchen's coldness. His icy voice was just like a frosty lake in winter.
At the end of the day, he was still giving her face on account that she had once saved him before.
"You've already seen it just now as well. My family's chauffeur has already driven off." Yang Sitong's eyes were red right now. She then forced out a chuckle, "Could you send me back?"
Lu Yanchen rejected her still. "It's too late...Inconvenient."
Using his phone, he called for a ride using an app. "Three minutes...Someone will be here to pick you up."
No matter how reluctant Yang Sitong was, she could only accept this arrangement.
