Seeing that his boss was about to say something reckless again, Chris immediately changed the topic. "By the way, Miss Yeats, why is Sivan there with you?"
"I'm doing my business." Answered Sarah, "Acting."
With these few simple words, Chris had a rough idea of what had happened.
When Sarah talked to Jason before, only Jason heard it, so Chris didn't know.
After figuring it out, Chris didn't ask too much, "Then whose home are we going to now?"
"My home."
"My home."
Both of them said in unison.
Chris pursed his lips and didn't know whom to listen to.
"According to your script, you and Sivan are acting, and you are in a coma at this moment." In order to take her home, Jason had racked his brains. "Now that I've brought you out, I'll take you back to my house to take care of you."
"You should send me home." Sarah retorted.
"I don't know the password of your house." Sarah couldn't refute what he said.