Song Qingchun stopped half a meter away from Su Zhinian. Raising the bag with both hands, she presented it to Su Zhinian, "Mr. Su, this is for you."
There was not much of a difference in Su Zhinian's expression, but his lashes shook slightly when she said those words. He crossed his legs calmly, but his hand that was gripping the remote tightened.
After a ten second pause, he raised his eyes to look at Song Qingchun. Suppressing the raging emotions within him, he asked in a monotonous voice, "What is this?"
"Clothes…" After Song Qingchun gave the answer, even she felt the answer was too vague, so she added, "I had too much to drink yesterday and vomited on you. I bought these to replace the outfit I ruined…"
Then, Song Qingchun straightened her arms, pushing the bag toward Su Zhinian.
