Su Zhinian's series of orders were so brutal that she didn't even know how to respond to Cheng Qingchong.
Cheng Qingchong stared at Song Qingchun and went silent. The orders that Su Zhinian had given her over the phone that day, she could still remember them word for word. They were at the tip of her tongue, but she found herself unable to voice them.
Cheng Qingchong gritted her teeth several times and tried her best to maintain the business-like smile on her face. She shattered the room's silence by uttering, "Miss Song, when do you plan to start packing? Do you need my help?"
Song Qingchun heard the friendliness in Cheng Qingchong's voice, and technically, Su Zhinian's secretary had gone beyond her assigned role to offer her help, so she should be thankful, shouldn't she? However, Cheng Qingchong's words were like daggers stabbing one after another into Song Qingchun's heart.
