"Cousin, are you done interrogating me? If so, I'm leaving," Qi Jianyi's voice cut through the heavy air with a cool detachment. She didn't bother sparing a glance at Song Chengfeng, her gaze fixed solely on He Zeqing.
Their little plan to watch a movie had been unceremoniously disrupted, thanks to He Zeqing's unexpected appearance. Any hopes of enjoying a quiet afternoon were dashed.
Qi Jianyi certainly had no intention of explaining their plan to him. The last thing she needed was for him to unleash his infamous, never-ending stream of questions.
Although He Zeqing's curiosity still lingered, he knew better than to push further. His questions hung in the air, unsatisfied, but he swallowed them for now. He cast a glance at Song Chengfeng, searching for answers in the man's silence, but found none.
