People made way, their gaze following Song Shijing as he moved.
Sang Qian saw Song Shijing approaching through her fingers, realized she couldn't avoid him, closed her eyes in despair, then reopened them, removed her hand, and stood up with a smile to greet him, "Mr. Song, what brings you here?"
She covertly tried to signal him with her eyes.
But Song Shijing acted as if he hadn't understood her hint and stopped right in front of her, "Looking for you."
Damn man, why spout such barefaced truths!
She felt an ache in her chest with irritation.
Sang Qian tried to maintain a smile on her face, "Did my husband send you to help find me?"
Fearing that Song Shijing wouldn't cooperate, and without waiting for his response, she added, "Really, he can be too much. I already told him I was dining with colleagues, and there's no need for him to come pick me up when he's not well. And yet, he bothers you in the late evening."
Quick-witted, she knew how to extricate herself.
