Then, Cheng Qingchong added, "Thank you."
Song Qingchun did not acknowledge it. Her face was still as expressionless as before. After closing the gate, she walked toward the Starbucks. The distance between Song Qingchun and Cheng Qingchong was about two meters wide. On the way there, each ruminated on their own thoughts silently, and neither made an attempt to converse with the other.
The worker at the Starbucks recognized Song Qingchun because she was a regular costumer. When he saw her walk in, he went forward to greet her. "Miss Song, why are you here so late at night?"
"Something came up." Song Qingchun smiled politely as she sought out a place to sit. Cheng Qingchong took the seat across from her.
Song Qingchun still had not said a word to her. She pulled out the menu and passed it to Cheng Qingchong before turning to tell the worker, "The usual for me."
