"Did you hear me talking?"
Deng Qi felt somewhat displeased as she squatted beside Song Yun, her cherry lips pursed tightly. She couldn't understand why this man was completely ignoring her.
"Hey, would it kill you to be polite?"
Song Yun frowned, his voice cool as he asked, "What is it?"
Seeing the man finally respond, Deng Qi didn't know why, but she felt inexplicably happy.
She revealed a smile, "So, you're Ye Qingqing's husband?"
"Yes."
His answers remained terse, but to Deng Qi, this was a good start. She wasn't afraid of short responses; silence was her real fear.
"What do you do for a living? How did you meet Ye Qingqing?"
These questions were a bit too intrusive. Song Yun looked at the girl in front of him; she didn't seem like an idiot, so why was she asking so many questions right after meeting him?
