Chapter 464
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With the waiter leading the way, the group of girls stopped at Su Zhinian's room.
Song Qingchun, who was about to pull her gaze away, stopped.
She saw the waiter reach out to knock on Su Zhinian's room door before pushing it open and leading the group of girls in.
Song Qingchun frowned and stared at Su Zhinian's room. She didn't move her gaze away.
When the elevator door opened, Cheng Qingchong stepped in. When she saw Song Qingchun still standing there, she called out to remind her, "Miss Song, the elevator door is open."
Song Qingchun came to and nodded at Cheng Qingchong before rushing into the elevator. Before she stepped into the elevator, Song Qingchun turned to look at Su Zhinian's room. The waiter walked out, and the group of girls behind him had shrunk from the original ten to three.
In other words, there are seven girls left in Su Zhinian's room?
"Miss Song? Why did you stop? "Cheng Qingchong called out to Song Qingchun, who had stopped moving again.
Song Qingchun pulled her gaze away and walked into the elevator without answering Cheng Qingchong's question.
The elevator door closed, and it started to descend.
Song Qingchun stared at the jumping red numbers above the elevator door, and the images of those beautiful girls appeared in her mind.
When the elevator stopped at the fourth floor, Cheng Qingchong reminded Song Qingchun when she realized she was still standing there.
After the two of them walked out of the elevator, Cheng Qingchong turned to ask Song Qingchun with concern, "Miss Song, are you feeling unwell? How come you don't look so well? "
"I'm fine." Song Qingchun shook her head and smiled at Cheng Qingchong.
Cheng Qingchong smiled back at her.
When they were ordering, Song Qingchun's mind wandered off several times.
Cheng Qingchong knew Song Qingchun was in the news industry. Su Zhinian had arranged for her to accompany Song Qingchun before, so she had purposely gone online to look up the news about Song Qingchun. While they were waiting for food, afraid that Song Qingchun would be bored, she purposely found some celebrities that she had interviewed before. She pretended to be nosy and asked them about the authenticity of the news and whether they looked better in real life than on screen.
The more excited Cheng Qingchong got, the more Song Qingchun looked disinterested. In the end, Song Qingchun suddenly changed the topic. "How many people did Su Zhinian kill tonight?"
"It's just CEO Lee." Cheng Qingchong poured Song Qingchun a cup of hot milk tea.
One? Song Qingchun frowned. In other words, only Su Zhinian and CEO Lee were in the room upstairs? How could two men call around seven girls? In other words, an average of three and a half per person?
The image of three young girls surrounding Su Zhinian appeared in Song Qingchun's mind. Then, her hand that gripped the chopsticks tightened, and a piece of the lion's head flew out of the bowl, landing on her wrist.
When the lion's head flew out, it carried some soup with it. It was hot, and her wrist soon started to redden.
"Miss Song, are you alright?" Cheng Qingchong immediately pulled out a wet napkin and passed it to her.
Song Qingchun replied with an "I'm fine." She held the napkin and started to focus again.
The napkin was meant to wipe her wrist, so why is she holding it in a daze?
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