Chapter 622
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After everyone had left, Cheng Qingchong tactfully closed the door behind her.
Only Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian were left in the large meeting room.
The screen in front of them had turned into a lock screen due to the time lapse, and ST Empire of various sizes was floating on it.
Su Zhinian sat in his seat silently for a while before slowly standing up to walk to the screen. He picked up the remote, pressed the button, and tossed it on the table. His gaze fell calmly on Song Qingchun, whose chest was rising and falling due to anger. "Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about?"
She had already slapped the gift box in front of him. He had always been smart, so how could he not know why she was looking for him?
However, the first thing he said to her was not to explain how he got the box but to ask her what she wanted to talk to him about.
The anger in Song Qingchun's chest was suddenly ignited by Su Zhinian's casual question. She took a step forward, grabbed the box that she had slammed on the table, and threw it at Su Zhinian. Through gritted teeth, she cursed, "Su Zhinian, you big liar!"
The man stood where he was and did not dodge.
The box brushed past his ear and hit the screen behind him. It bounced back and landed beside his feet.
Facing Song Qingchun's angry scolding, he bent down to pick up the box calmly.
The moment he straightened up, Song Qingchun pulled open her bag and dumped the contents on the table. Then she picked up the plane ticket and flung it at Su Zhinian. She continued to curse angrily, "You big liar!"
The plane ticket was thin, so even though Song Qingchun threw it with all her might, it did not land on Su Zhinian. When it was still some distance away from Su Zhinian, it landed lightly on the table before him.
Su Zhinian lowered his eyes to look at the words, but his expression was still as calm as ever.
Song Qingchun grabbed the clothes that she had crumpled into two and walked to stand before Su Zhinian. She spread them open on the table and pointed at her dress and Su Zhinian's shirt with a shaking finger. "Blue, red, green, yellow … The paint that I used when I was painting in Japan is on your shirt!"
Song Qingchun pulled out the plane ticket from under her shirt and waved it at Su Zhinian. "The day I came back from Japan, you also came back from Japan, and you were on the same flight as me!"
"When I was in Japan, I got a call from your secretary, Miss Cheng. She asked me where you went …"
Song Qingchun raised her eyes to meet Su Zhinian's dark eyes, and she asked slowly, "… Those few days, you were in Japan, right?"
Su Zhinian closed his eyes and did not say anything.
"When I was in Japan, you were also in Japan, and you were always following me, right?"
"Fine … It's fine if you don't want to talk, but what about this?" Song Qingchun tossed the plane ticket on the table, grabbed the box from Su Zhinian's hands, and continued to interrogate him.
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