"Pushed it."
Yu Xiuzhun walked up, grabbed her and stuffed her into the car in one swift motion, slamming the car door shut.
"Yu Xiuzhun, I..."
Mingmei wanted to say something, but Yu Xiuzhun had already locked the doors, circled around to the other side, opened the door, and sat down inside.
He held out his cell phone to Mingmei.
"Do you want to call, or shall I do it for you?"
"..."
Mingmei looked at the cell phone in front of her, her eyes flickering slightly.
"It seems I'll have to do it for you."
Yu Xiuzhun's slender fingers were about to retract when Mingmei suddenly took the phone from his hand.
"I'll make the call myself," Mingmei said, her voice low and hesitant.
Without waiting for Yu Xiuzhun to respond, she put down his cell phone, rummaged through her bag to find her own, and called the secretarial office.
"It's... I'm not feeling well, please postpone the afternoon meeting... Yes, don't tell my dad, I don't want him to worry."
