She returned to the driver's seat, fastened Stanley's seat belt, and took a deep breath. "Yvonne, do you think my project is too rubbish, otherwise why all of those people looked down on it?..." Stanley was still chattering about his rejection.
Yvonne felt very sorry for him. Stanley was such a proud man. He was certainly very sad to encounter these shocks. Thinking of this, she comforted him, "Stanley, don't say that, your project is great, and you just haven't met someone who appreciates it."
Stanley mumbled a few more words and became drunk and unconscious. Yvonne realized that she hadn't even asked where he lived. "Stanley." She tried to call him a few times, but there was no response.
