Chapter 103
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At the time, she was afraid that Su Zhinian would be mad at her, so she did not dare disobey him.
Seeing his signal, she immediately pulled out the chair across from him and sat down.
Starting from that meal, whenever Su Zhinian had a meal at home, they would eat together.
However, even though the high and mighty Su Zhinian had become more humane over the past few days, Song Qingchun was still unsettled by the idea of taking a day off.
The party was scheduled for 8 pm, so after Song Qingchun got off work, she returned to Su Zhinian's bungalow as usual.
Song Qingchun returned to her bedroom to drop off her bag. Then she walked around the second floor and realized Su Zhinian had not returned yet.
She grabbed her phone and walked from upstairs to downstairs. She paced around the living room several times before summoning her courage to call Su Zhinian.
Song Qingchun's heart tightened as she listened to the beeping on the phone. After three or four rings, the call was picked up, and Su Zhinian's cold and elegant voice said, "What's up?"
Song Qingchun gripped the phone tightly and bit her lips before saying softly, "Mr. Su, I have something to talk to you about."
"Hmm." Su Zhinian answered lightly on the other end of the phone. Before Song Qingchun could say anything, his emotionless voice said, "We'll talk when I get home."
Then, the call was hung up mercilessly.
Song Qingchun had used up a lot of her courage to make that phone call, so she did not dare make a second one.
However, Su Zhinian said to wait until he got home … He came home at a different time every day, and she had to leave at least 8 pm. If he came home at 12 pm, she could forget about going to Brother Yinan's party.
Song Qingchun, who did not dare call again, bit on her finger before typing carefully on the keyboard to send Su Zhinian a message. "Mr. Su, can I ask what time you'll be home?"
Soon, Song Qingchun's phone showed that the message had been delivered. Song Qingchun knew Su Zhinian had seen the message, so she stared unblinkingly at her phone screen.
Song Qingchun waited for about two minutes, but there was no reply from Su Zhinian.
He read the message but didn't reply; he obviously doesn't want to talk to me …
Song Qingchun slumped down on the sofa with regret.
When Song Qingchun called, Su Zhinian, who had been busy the whole day, was leaning against the seat with his eyes closed.
When his phone rang, he frowned slightly as if his rest had been disturbed. He took out his phone with some displeasure. When he saw the words on the caller ID, a trace of astonishment flashed across his face. He paused for a moment before answering.
He wanted to ask Song Qingchun why she was calling, but looking out the window, he realized they would be home in less than ten minutes, so he hung up. He tossed the phone on the seat beside him and closed his eyes again.
In less than a minute, his phone rang. It was a text message.
Su Zhinian's brows twitched, but he did not open his eyes to look.
Cheng Qingchong, who sat in the passenger seat, was shocked when she heard Su Zhinian say, "We'll talk when we get home."
In the past, Big Boss was a workaholic and would often drag her to work overtime. However, this week, he would return home on time every day after work.
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