Su Zhinian sat down beside her in bed. His elegant and light scent kept drifting into Song Qingchun's nose. It calmed Song Qingchun's nerves that had been taut the whole night. After a while, she successfully drifted off into sleep.
While he stayed at her side, around ten calls came into Su Zhinian's phone that he had already set into silent mode earlier. They all came from Cheng Qingchong.
He knew it was those shareholders who were rushing her and forcing her to make these calls. Using his super-hearing, the conversations of the people outside the door filtered into his ears clearly.
"Miss Cheng, you have to rush CEO Su. It's almost 1 am, and we've been waiting for about two hours already."
"That's right, Miss Cheng… you have to make another call to remind him."
"I'm sorry everyone," Cheng Qingchong said, "I've made several calls, and CEO Su hasn't picked up."
