The route home was forever etched in his mind, and Zhang Hao brought He Qianhui back home in the quickest time possible.
Throughout the journey, He Qianhui couldn't fall into a deep sleep, but when the car stopped at the front door, she unexpectedly awoke.
Stretching and opening her eyes, she said, "Huh, we're already home? That was fast."
He Qianhui glanced at the time and realized it was already four or five in the afternoon.
"Driving must have tired you out, do you want to come up and rest?"
Zhang Hao turned off the engine and rested one hand on the steering wheel, turning his body to look at her.
"Xiaohui, I know I was wrong today, but please, don't be mad at me."
He Qianhui yawned while sitting in the chair, "What's there for me to be angry about? Don't go attributing things to me that I haven't done."
"You mean you're not angry? I don't believe it, and everything today was completely within my control,"
