Shi Yuhuan laughed, his laughter was far from pleasant, and his gaze was as frosty as ever, which made Song Qinghuan's scalp prickle in unease.
"Idiot." He suddenly spat out another insult.
Song Qinghuan's brows furrowed, ready to throw caution to the wind and with a face filled with determined courage, she retorted, "You're the idiot. You always know how to curse me. I don't get what's so strange, can't you put yourself in my shoes? Suppose I didn't tell you my name was Song Qinghuan, I just told you my surname was Song. Now, in our company, there are three girls with the surname Song and you would meet three of them in just three days, yet none of them is me, what would you think? Wouldn't you find things suspicious? Wouldn't you feel that you were being deceived?"
Shi Yuhuan seriously asked, "Is who I am, that important?"
