Han Meiya walked out of the hotel sorrowfully, her steps heavy and her expression dazed.
The midday sun was glaring and scorching, making her feel dizzy as she stood in front of the car. After a long while, she returned to the car, took out her phone, and dazedly dialed a number from the contacts.
"Is this the chauffeur service? Could you please come to Wanlong Hotel to pick me up? My license plate is Ning A52112," she said, and then hung up the phone.
She leaned against the steering wheel, feeling as if thousands of arrows pierced her heart. Yet still, no tears came.
Song Huaiqian was in a meeting when he received a call from Han Meiya. He watched as the call hung up before he had a chance to respond, and, after a brief moment of thought, he rushed out the door.