"Stop right there!" Zhao Meijing's icy voice rang out from behind Ren Feifan.
Ren Feifan hesitated mid-step but eventually stopped.
"Ren Feifan, why didn't you return the car last night? You clearly promised me! Do you know how long I waited for you..." Zhao Meijing paused halfway through her rant, realizing her words sounded off, then continued, "You're nothing but a downright liar!"
Ren Feifan turned around and rubbed the tip of his nose awkwardly. Indeed, he had been in the wrong yesterday. He apologized, "Zhao Meijing, I'm really sorry. I was handling something late into the night, originally planning to return the car, but I didn't want to disturb your sleep, so I decided not to bother you."
"You—" Zhao Meijing was at a loss for words with Ren Feifan.
Couldn't Ren Feifan have just called to ask?
"This is your responsibility; I don't care. You have to treat me to a meal in the next few days," Zhao Meijing demanded.
