97 Her Concern 7 (1/2)

Wearing a sweater was not that curious, but the thing that made Song Qingchun raise her brow was the fact that the zipper was pulled to its top, revealing only his two deep eyes.

Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian for a long time before she came to and greeted him in a hurry. ”Mr. Su.”

Su Zhinian did not respond and focused closely on her eyes. This lasted for quite some time before he turned to enter his bedroom and slammed the door close.

Song Qingchun, who was used to Su Zhinian treating her like air, shrugged and went downstairs without fixating on it.

Su Zhinian leaned on the opposite end of the door and raised his hand slowly as Song Qingchun's footsteps retreated downstairs.

The pen he held in his hand was crushed from excessive force. The metallic parts had pierced into his skin, dying his palm red.

Su Zhinian had been hiding at home the whole day due to the palm print he got from mind-controlling Tang Nuan.

When Song Qingchun returned, he had been drawing up designs in his study. Perhaps it had not reached the time she normally arrived, so he was particularly aware of her presence.

Unlike usual, she was curiously quiet. She did not mumble to herself like she normally did when she was working; there wasn't even the sound of cleaning or cooking.

He focused on her for a while before returning to his designs. However, he only started putting down a few strokes when he heard the sound of her sobbing.

Initially, it was very soft, so much so that he thought he had misheard it. He stopped drawing to concentrate, and when he did, the sobbing increased to full-on wailing like she was in the process of mourning.

He left his study with the pen in his grasp without giving it much thought. When he stopped before her bedroom room, he heard her mention the words ”Brother Yinan” through the tears, and he stopped like he was hitting against a brick wall.