Qiao Xiyu had obviously never experienced a setback in love before. She cried until she was exhausted, then curled up on the seat staring blankly out the window at the night.
"I'm not angry anymore. At the next service area, I'll take over driving for a bit, so you can rest." Yang Hongye transferred the money for the barbecue to him, and also expressed her gratitude for his chivalrous assistance.
Jiang Yuan, upon seeing the transfer, found it both amusing and exasperating, "You're splitting just one meal with me so meticulously? Are you afraid I'll ask you to treat me to something nice another day?"
"Business is business. You got involved in all this tonight because of me, so it's naturally on me to treat. Next time, I'll treat you to a nice meal at a new private kitchen restaurant that opened under our company; the food there is great! When we get back... Oh crap! I haven't even asked Lao Zhang for leave yet!"
