Su Zhinian's hasty footsteps halted immediately when he heard Cheng Qingchong. His gaze naturally went to fall on Song Qingchun. The girl was sitting on the floor with one hand over her ankle. She must have suffered a horrible fall because her brows were screwed shut.
Su Zhinian's brows also began to crease. He instinctually wanted to rush to her side, and his urge to demand to know what was wrong with her that night dissipated completely.
Cheng Qingchong shivered involuntarily, feeling Su Zhinian's rage, which was directed toward her. She subconsciously lowered her head to evade his glare that she knew was coming her way.
"Why did I pay so much money to feed you? You can't be trusted to even look after one person!" Su Zhinian growled as he dashed to take care of Song Qingchun.
Cheng Qingchong immediately stood up to vacate the spot beside Song Qingchun for her boss.
