Wearing a sweater was not that curious, but the thing that made Song Qingchun raise her brow was the fact that the zipper was pulled to its top, revealing only his two deep eyes.
Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian for a long time before she came to and greeted him in a hurry. "Mr. Su."
Su Zhinian did not respond and focused closely on her eyes. This lasted for quite some time before he turned to enter his bedroom and slammed the door close.
Song Qingchun, who was used to Su Zhinian treating her like air, shrugged and went downstairs without fixating on it.
Su Zhinian leaned on the opposite end of the door and raised his hand slowly as Song Qingchun's footsteps retreated downstairs.
The pen he held in his hand was crushed from excessive force. The metallic parts had pierced into his skin, dying his palm red.
Su Zhinian had been hiding at home the whole day due to the palm print he got from mind-controlling Tang Nuan.
