Song Qingchun was so shocked by Su Zhinian's sudden reaction that her head whipped up. In just a few seconds, Su Zhinian had already walked to the door of his personal breakroom. He shoved the door open and walked in without any hesitation. Then the door slammed shut with a loud bang.
Why did he leave mid-sentence?
Song Qingchun frowned, staring at the closed door. Then, the thought that was interrupted by Su Zhinian slowly reformed in her might.
Sanitary Su was showing reaction… down there…
Song Qingchun's face burned even brighter. Even though Su Zhinian was no longer physically in the room, she still lowered her head in a flustered manner. Her fingers gripped the blanket tightly, so much so that they went white. She then released her grip before tightening it again; she alternated between the two as if hesitant about something.
