Du Xiaoguang took the business card with a smile, "There'll definitely be a day when I need your help, I'm not immortal, how could I never get sick? It's late, go home. And don't cry anymore when you get back, or your eyes will be swollen tomorrow."
"Okay, I will."
"Also, next time don't wander alone downstairs this late. Girls should be more careful; it's very unsafe at night."
Ye Chuyi's eyes began to water again. She never cared when others were unkind to her, but she always felt grateful and wanted to repay them when they were good to her.
She thanked him again and then drove off.
Sometimes, the person you think is good might not be good, and the person you think is bad might not be bad.
When she got home, it was already midnight.
In the living room, Sheng Tingyuan was sitting on the sofa, with a computer in front of him and documents in his hand, working.
Ye Chuyi was surprised, "You haven't gone to bed yet?"
