But his lips were slightly curved upward, carrying a touch of cold mockery. His eyes, looking forward, flickered with a sly gleam.
Seeing Song Qinghuan come out, he didn't utter a word, just turned his head and went the other way.
Song Qinghuan's greeting stopped halfway, she had to go along in silence.
Heading forward, she noticed that Si Chen had probably grabbed a scarf when he came out, but while he was waiting for her here, he took it off and put it on the railing, forgetting to take it with him.
At first, she wanted to stop Si Chen, but looking at how far he had gone, she reconsidered and just picked up his scarf and followed him.
Si Chen was a tall man of about 1.8 meters with long legs taking big strides, plus, he deliberately walked fast.
Song Qinghuan, on the other hand, couldn't keep up.
