There were only Cheng Qingchong and Qin Yinan left in the living room. Qin Yinan acted the same way he usually did, which was to treat Cheng Qingchong like a stranger. He leaned against the window to play on his phone. Cheng Qingchong stood at the entrance as her professional training requested her to.
However, that day, Cheng Qingchong kept sneaking glances at Qin Yinan like she was struggling to say something to him but didn't have the courage to.
Time trickled by, and Mr. Smith still showed no sign of ending his call. Cheng Qingchong gripped her hands tightly. If she didn't talk to Qin Yinan now, after he sent Mr. Smith away, she would have no opportunity to talk to him anymore.
But… he hates me so much. If I ask him for this favor, he'll most likely just laugh condescendingly at my face.
