Miao Qingqing arrived at the entrance of Song Xiaodong's bedroom, her heart filled with trepidation as she knocked on the door.
"Come in," Song Xiaodong's voice came from inside.
Miao Qingqing pushed the door open and entered, only to see Song Xiaodong sitting at the desk, frowning deeply.
With sincere earnestness, Miao Qingqing said, "I'm sorry, I was just anxious earlier, so I misunderstood you."
Song Xiaodong put down the steel needle he was holding and said, "It's okay, it's not your fault."
"Then why do you still look so stern?" asked Miao Qingqing.
Song Xiaodong replied, "I just find this whole thing rather strange."
Miao Qingqing immediately asked, "Strange? Are you talking about that person you encountered?"
