Su Zhinian seemed to be confused by her question because his eyes stared at her, filled with befuddlement. "What do you mean by that?"
Song Qingchun stared straight into his eyes and pressed. "Have you?"
He didn't like where this line of questioning was going but he realized she wouldn't give up until she got an answer. So, after a short period of silence, he answered, "I have not."
"I have." She admitted almost at the same time as he gave his answer. Without taking a breath, she rattled off the eleven digits of the mystery number. The number that had been used to send her all those messages.
After she did so, her gaze scanned Su Zhinian's face closely as if trying to catch any trace of a clue from his face.
