By the time Emily arrived at her house in the town, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

Adam didn't mean to get off the bus. He glanced at Emily sitting in the passenger seat and spoke coldly.

"Get your clothes and other stuff, I'll wait for you in the car. I won't go in."

Emily glanced at the Chinese medicine bag in the back seat, held the bag in her arms, and before pushing the door open, she spit out the words that had been brewing all the way.

"Adam, I'm sorry, I don't want to an internship in your company."

"Why?"

"There should be no suitable position...