Song Qingchun looked at Fang Rou without words and without smiles. Facing Song Qingchun's silence, Fang Rou's lips twitched involuntarily into a smile. However, the smile was no longer the one that Song Qingchun was familiar with, a smile that was as soft as a cloud. Instead, it had a heavy hint of mockery in it.
She leaned lazily into the chair, swirling the glass with ease as she took occasional sips. She finished half the glass before realizing it was probably too rude to enjoy it alone, so she waltzed back to the refrigerator to pull out a relatively healthier fruit juice and toss it at Song Qingchun.
Song Qingchun didn't touch the juice bottle. She turned toward Fang Rou and asked in a surprisingly calm voice, "It was you who ordered the taxi driver to pull me here?"
Fang Rou took another sip of the wine and sighed with satisfaction before nodding openly at Song Qingchun and admitted, "That's right."
"Why would you do that?"
