Zhou Xiyu asked, "Then what type of person do you like? Why don't I just become that type?"
"There's no need for that!" Qin Youbei struggled and forcefully withdrew her hand, "You should leave. This is where I work. Don't cause trouble for me."
Zhou Xiyu's face turned pale for a moment. He looked into Qin Youbei's warning eyes, then cast his eyes down, thought for a moment, and said, "Alright, I'll go back first. Tonight I..."
"Tonight I have to go home," Qin Youbei interrupted him.
"Then I'll see you tomorrow," Zhou Xiyu returned to his sports car, stepped on the gas, and drove off.
Qin Youbei didn't want to embarrass Zhou Xiyu, but she was helpless. She had already spoken kind words, but he wouldn't take the hint, and since she didn't like him, she naturally shouldn't give him hope.
She raised her hand and tapped her forehead, unable to believe that he had actually followed her here.
Could she still keep her living situation a secret?
