She looked in the direction Zhang Cheng was leaving, opened her mouth, opened her mouth again, but only after Zhang Cheng's figure had completely disappeared did she stammer out a few words: "Zhang, Zhang Cheng, I'm, I'm sorry..."
...
Back in the car, Zhang Cheng fastened his seat belt and the next second, he pressed the gas pedal and sped away from Han Yixiao's school gate.
His car moved fast, driving a long way down the road ahead, his mood finally easing slightly, before he gradually slowed down.
While waiting for the traffic light, he caught sight of the bag of trendy cakes on the passenger seat, felt inexplicably irritated again, and then as the red light turned green, he steered the wheel, driving forward while scouting the roadside.
He stopped the car by a trash can, flung open the door vigorously, got out, walked around to the passenger side, and threw the bag of cakes into the trash can.
