After she finished speaking and saw that Qin Jian had no reaction, she asked again with wishful thinking, "Big Brother Qin, if I accidentally twisted my ankle, would you also carry me back?"
"Chin," Qin Jian said concisely with two words.
"What?" Song Yueqin didn't understand what he meant.
"An Hao, you have sweat on your chin," Qin Jian repeated.
"I'll wipe it for you right away." An Hao quickly took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the beads of sweat from his chin.
Seeing Qin Jian's cold attitude towards her, Song Yueqin felt both annoyed and ashamed. She really wanted to ask Qin Jian if he had any objections to her.
But the words that came to her lips were swallowed back down.
If he truly ignored her again, wouldn't she lose all face in seeking his company?
"Big Brother Qin, I'll be leaving first. My home is in a different direction from yours, so I won't walk with you," Song Yueqin bade him farewell.
"Okay." This time, Qin Jian responded very promptly.