Cheng Qingchong returned to the office half an hour later. When Song Qingchun saw her walk in, she immediately put down the magazine in her hands and shoved the things that had littered the sofa away to clear a space for Cheng Qingchong to sit.
Cheng Qingchong had sat down for barely a second before Song Qingchun asked, "So who are those presents for?"
Cheng Qingchong gripped the phone in her palm tightly and averted her eyes away from Song Qingchun's anticipatory gaze. She bit her lower lip unconsciously before forcing a business smile on her face, adding slowly, "Those presents are naturally for the person CEO Su likes!"
Of course, I know that! Song Qingchun grumbled internally. She maintained her expression so that she didn't look too agitated before asking again, "I know it's for the person he likes, I mean, who is that person?"
