"No." Shi Yuhuan's voice suddenly returned to its original icy coldness.
"Why not? It's not like I'm on a business trip to New York, unfamiliar with everything. I don't speak English, and I don't know anyone, what's the point of staying at the hotel all day? I want to go home, I want to go home," Song Qinghuan complained and protested.
"Yuandong is also in New York, wherever you want to go, let Yuandong take you," Shi Yuhuan did not want her to stay in China.
Now, A City is turbulent, as long as she is here, he would be restless, constantly worrying about what might happen to her.
But Song Qinghuan completely misconstrued Shi Yuhuan's intentions. She thought that Shi Yuhuan disliked her and wanted to avoid her, afraid she would disturb his rescue of Zhan Jie, so he wouldn't let her go back to China.
She got angry, very angry: "I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to go home, I want to go home."
"No." Shi Yuhuan rejected her firmly once again.
