Chapter 11
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"Song Qingchun, you sure have guts!
"How dare you show up in front of me again and again after I've warned you!"
Song Qingchun's shoulders only shook slightly. She stood where she was with her eyes lowered and opened her mouth to ask, "CEO Su, can we talk?"
"Talk?" Su Zhinian narrowed his eyes at Song Qingchun like he had heard the funniest joke in the world. His face was filled with mockery, but the words that came out of his mouth were still sharp and harsh. "Do you think everything I've said is bullsh * t?
"I don't even want to see you. Do you think I have anything to talk to you about?"
Normally, when Su Zhinian did not speak, he gave off an oppressive aura. Now that he had turned on her, the aura around him was so sharp that it felt like he could kill her at any moment.
Song Qingchun looked calm and collected as she stood before him, but in reality, her heart was filled with fear. Her palms that were gripped so tightly that they were covered in a layer of sweat. She tried her best to maintain the calmness in her voice. "I just need a little bit of your time, is that okay?"
Su Zhinian did not answer; his eyes that stared at Song Qingchun did not even blink.
His gaze was so sharp that it caused Song Qingchun's heart to shiver.
The atmosphere in the room became tense.
This kind of stalemate was even more torturous for Song Qingchun than when Su Zhinian was angry earlier.
Actually, Su Zhinian had only stared at Song Qingchun for one minute, but this one minute felt like a century to Song Qingchun.
Just as Song Qingchun was about to collapse, Su Zhinian suddenly moved to lean on the sofa behind him. His gaze was still locked on Song Qingchun, and he asked in a tone that was still dripping with anger, "What did you tell me when you stopped me at the company last time?"
Su Zhinian raised his hand and nodded like he was trying to remember something. Then he said, "You wanted me to give you five minutes? Am I right? "
Su Zhinian's change of topic was too fast for Song Qingchun to keep up. She was startled before asking Su Zhinian, "Hmm? What five minutes? "
Su Zhinian ignored Song Qingchun and continued slowly. "Or did I remember it wrong? Not five minutes, but four minutes? Three minutes? Or two minutes? … "
When Su Zhinian said that, Song Qingchun came to a realization.
Was he agreeing to talk to her?
"It's five minutes." Song Qingchun's eyes lit up with hope. She quickly opened her mouth to interrupt Su Zhinian. "Didn't I tell you to give me five minutes?"
"Alright, I'll give you five minutes." Su Zhinian rested his arm on the armrest of the sofa and used his hand to support his head, pretending to be at ease.
Perhaps it was because Su Zhinian was so difficult to approach, but now that he had suddenly agreed to talk to her, Song Qingchun's mind went blank. The script that she had prepared earlier was completely forgotten. She stood before Su Zhinian in silence for a long time, unable to say a word.
Su Zhinian waited patiently. His other hand tapped rhythmically on the glass coffee table. After some time, he said, "Four minutes left."
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