Jian Anning immediately became anxious when she heard this, "How can this be? You still have to catch a plane tomorrow afternoon!"
"What's so difficult about that?" Yu Zexiao, his tall figure sinking into the soft sofa, reached out to grab the champagne from the round table beside him, poured a glass, and took a light sip, "Don't forget, Assistant Jian, it's to save whom that I ended up in this mess!"
Jian Anning choked up, indeed, if Yu Zexiao hadn't rushed out to fight in order to help her, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation.
Jian Anning had no choice but to persuade him, her voice unusually sincere, "Zexiao, I'm really sorry about what happened today. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been chased. I apologize to you."
As she spoke, she even made a point of standing up and bowing to him. Whether it was useful or not, she at least wanted to make a gesture.
