Su Zhinian's voice was light and familiar. Every time he spoke, Song Qingchun could feel her heart trembling.
She stood beside Song Menghwa and could hear their conversation clearly, but not a single word registered in her mind until she realized Song Menghwa's was calling her.
"Qingchun? Qingchun?"
"Huh?" Song Qingchun turned around, and as her eyes swept past Su Zhinian's gorgeous face, her lashes trembled. Using her most normal tone and voice, she asked, "Yes?"
"What were you thinking about just now? You didn't respond even though I've been calling you for so long."
Song Qingchun pouted but didn't answer. Since Su Zhinian was there, Song Menghwa didn't press; instead, he ordered her, "Your sister-in-law brought some fruits with her when she came yesterday, didn't she? Go prepare some for Zhinian."
Song Qingchun nodded obediently and grabbed two apples and one orange as she headed into the bathroom.
