"Song Song, I understand how scared you must feel now, but thankfully, it was just a scare; you're safe now."
Qin Yinan was still busy consoling her. His tone was as gentle and caring as ever. It had once been the sound that Song Qingchun loved most in the world. Her heart would move whenever she heard it, but now, her face was unaffected. She appeared to be listening to Qin Yinan, but in reality, his words had fallen on deaf ears. If anything, she found his incessant words rather distracting. Song Qingchun's gaze alternatively fell on the water bottle Su Zhinian passed her earlier and the door to her own office.
Su Zhinian soon exited her office with her bag and coat in his grasp. Song Qingchun's eyes that had glanced toward her door for who knows how many times now immediately glued themselves to Su Zhinian.
