Ya Chen's face turned purple, maintaining his bent posture, frozen in mid-air.
She had thrown up, this woman actually threw up on him.
She couldn't care less about the embarrassment, didn't even say goodbye, and dashed into the nearest bathroom from the living room. Only after she was done and cleaned up did she come out.
As she came out, she froze, her face even hotter than when she was about to vomit earlier.
The vomit by the sofa had already been cleaned up by his PA, cleaner than before, even.
He was bare-chested, wearing Southeast Asian-style shorts, probably having just changed clothes in another bathroom in the suite.
Hearing her emerge, he shot her a sidelong glance.
Chu Xinyue quickly said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I couldn't control it. I won't disturb you anymore, goodnight."
Since the interview had ended, there was no point in staying and being embarrassed.
After apologizing, she stuffed the recording pen into her interview bag and rushed toward the door.
