Lucas Lin heard what Rona Muir said, and it was as if his emotions were about to spiral out of control. Tears streamed down his face, but he still tried to act tough: "I'm fine, really."
Rona Muir was startled by Lucas Lin's reaction.
If this is 'nothing,' then it's downright spooky, isn't it?
He had generously treated her to lunch at noon, so she couldn't just leave him alone now.
Rona Muir immediately said, "Alright, alright, stop crying. Come on, I'll take you home first. If someone snaps a picture of you like this, it's not good for your image."
Lucas Lin quickly wiped away his tears and mumbled, "I don't want to go home, Vice President Muir, can you walk with me for a while? I don't want to be alone in that room."
"Alright." Rona Muir sighed and said, "Let's go. I'll drive you around for a bit so you can calm down."
"Thank you," Lucas Lin replied smoothly. "Sorry for troubling you."
"Let's go." Rona Muir skipped dinner and took Lucas Lin to the underground parking lot, found her car, and drove him out of the hotel.
Nightlife abroad is mostly not as lively as it is back home.