"I'm sorry." Wei Zhijuan raised her head and looked into his eyes. "I know I'm in the wrong."
"No longer stubborn?"
She shook her head.
"No more stubbornly refusing to admit that you've done something wrong and no longer purposely uttering harsh words to make me angry?"
She was still shaking her head.
"Do you still want to sell alcohol at the bar?"
She shook her head.
"You're going back to America?"
Wei Zhijuan paused for a moment before shaking her head hesitantly.
Wei Zhengsheng narrowed his eyes and before he could say anything, she said, "I will think about it. Although I have suffered a lot in China, to be honest, I like living here. America is a very good country, and many Chinese like to go there, and those who want to earn more money will move there. But I was born there, so I know the feeling. I like it here and I want to live here."
"Because of Xian Yijun?" Wei Zhengsheng suddenly said.
