Please Forgive Me

Sitting in the car, Ye Rong wore a complex and hesitant expression.

"Go home."

"Yes, Miss."

Ye Rong sat in the car, her hand unconsciously covering her heart.

Her heart was beating fast, causing her entire body to chill, and she didn't realize when her back had become drenched in cold sweat.

"Wait."

"Miss, your orders, please."

Ye Rong took a deep breath. "Go to the Peach Lotus Cup."

"Yes, Miss."

Meanwhile, the Royal Dance bus was traveling on the road.

Gu Qingcheng sat next to Ziyu, silent.

The slender Ziyu was curled up like a quail, her head down, secretly wiping away tears.

She had hoped Principal Gu would scold her, but Gu Qingcheng said nothing, just sitting beside her.

Up close, she could smell Gu Qingcheng's faint fragrance, gradually relaxing her.

But every time she relaxed, she would remember Gu Qingcheng's angry and fierce demeanor, and she would become too frightened to move.