"Girl, I've done what I could; can I go now?" Ye Wudao, his face covered in blood, asked.
Qu Xiaoyue nodded. She and Ye Wudao returned to his car, and she picked up the tissues from inside the vehicle to help wipe the blood off his face.
"Ye Wudao, I'm sorry... about what happened tonight,"
Qu Xiaoyue felt embarrassed. Ye Wudao had kindly invited her for a meal, but she had ended up causing a huge mess and even made him feel aggrieved.
"Just my bad luck, I guess."
Ye Wudao wasn't angry, though. After all, Qu Xiaoyue was his cheap junior brother's granddaughter. If he wasn't going to help her, who would he help?
"Girl, you're completely fired by your boss now, not even a traffic cop job left. What do you plan to do? Go back to Jiangcheng?" Ye Wudao asked her.
"I don't know, I'll see," Qu Xiaoyue sighed, sounding somewhat disheartened.
