Chapter 258
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Su Zhinian's heart finally calmed down. He was about to sigh in relief when his expression froze again. This was because other than the high-decibel sound of her cooking, he could also hear a low decibel sound on Song Qingchun's phone.
That voice was very low and weak. Not to mention a normal person, even he, who was born with a sharp sense of hearing, could barely hear it.
The sound was very strange … It was something that had never happened in the bungalow that he had lived in for two years.
Since Song Qingchun was in the kitchen, and he was at the company, most of the employees followed suit when they saw he was still working.
The sound of the printer, the sound of people on the phone, the chatter in the breakroom, and the constant honking of cars during rush hour … All these noises interfered with his hearing, making it hard for him to identify the source of the sound on Song Qingchun's end.
Song Qingchun put her phone on speakerphone and placed it on the counter. She waited for a long time, but Su Zhinian did not say anything. As she washed the vegetables, she called out his name with confusion. "Su Zhinian?"
Su Zhinian's attention was completely focused on the strange sound at home. He replied with a nonchalant "hmm" before going silent again.
Song Qingchun finished washing the vegetables and turned off the faucet. She pulled out a random napkin to wipe her wet hands and picked up her phone to ask, "Why are you calling me?"
The sound of running water disappeared, and Su Zhinian could hear the strange sound more clearly.
He did not hurry to answer Song Qingchun but held his breath to focus on that soft and barely discernible voice.
The speed of the sound varied between fast and slow. Occasionally, there would be a long gasp. It was obviously the sound of human breathing, and the breathing was heavy, so it was most likely the sound of a man's breathing!
The bungalow was his personal property, and other than Tang Nuo, no one else knew about it. Tang Nuo was in the meeting room not far away from him, waiting for the meeting. So, that man … was she the one who brought him home?
Su Zhinian's eyes that stared at the blinking neon lights in front of his company suddenly turned cold. Even his tone turned icy. "You have a guest?"
Song Qingchun wanted to ask Su Zhinian again, "Why aren't you saying anything?", but before she could open her mouth, Su Zhinian said something that came out of nowhere, causing her to freeze.
She replied in a daze, "What?" Then, he opened the kitchen door in a daze and looked into the living room. Then, he continued to say in confusion, "No … I'm the only one at home …"
After leaving the kitchen, without the influence of the exhaust fan, the sound of breathing became clearer in Su Zhinian's ears.
The breathing came from upstairs, and from Song Qingchun's tone, she did not sound like she was lying.
Before Su Zhinian could figure out what was going on, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps again. It came from the person who was breathing. His footsteps were furtive, and he would occasionally pause for a moment.
Su Zhinian frowned deeply before realizing that his house had been burglarized.
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