"We're not going the same way." Zhan Nanjue said, "There are many taxis here; you can take any one of them to your destination, or you can call someone from the crew to pick you up."
"Azhan... I'm hurt... Are you really going to leave me here by the roadside like this?"
"If you don't trust my medical skills, dial 120 directly; someone will come to rescue you." Zhan Nanjue said.
"..." Ou Yimo looked at Zhan Nanjue in disbelief. Then she looked at him with a sorrowful expression, "Do you think I'm deliberately clinging to you, and that's why you're treating me so coldly? Do you know how hurtful you are? In the past, if I even got a small cut, you'd be worried for half the day, but now..."
"Now I'm someone else's boyfriend." Zhan Nanjue interrupted her indifferently, "My attitude towards anyone other than my girlfriend is the same."
