Song Qingchun returned to the bungalow, lugging the bag of clothes that pretty much cost her the skin on her back. Then, she rushed to the kitchen to whip up a glorious dinner.
In spite of everything she had prepared, Song Qingchun prayed for Su Zhinian to not come home that night; however, just five minutes after she had finished preparing dinner, she heard a car from outside the door.
After she had accidentally spilled coffee on him, he had not returned to this home until last night, and she had vomited all over him…
No matter from which perspective Song Qingchun looked at this, it did not bode well for her. Her heart started to race.
Song Qingchun suppressed her natural instinct to run and hide and instead ran to the front door to pull it open. She bowed slightly at Su Zhinian, who was getting out of his car, and greeted politely, "Mr. Su, welcome home."
