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At the time, she was still shivering from the prospect of his wrath, so she quickly moved to oblige when she noticed his signal.

From that night on, whenever Su Zhinian had dinner at home, she would be asked to join him.

However, even though Su Zhinian had shown some humane characteristics for the past few days, she was still nervous about bringing up the idea of a day-off with him.

Qin Yinan’s party started at 8 pm, so when Song Qingchun got off work, she still returned to Su Zhinian’s bungalow first.

Song Qingchun made a beeline for her bedroom. She put down her bag and paced around the second floor; it was then that she realized Su Zhinian was not home.

Song Qingchun pulled out her phone as she walked downstairs and made circles around the living room before she could summon the courage to call Su Zhinian.

Song Qingchun’s heart was beating hurriedly, following the fast rhythm of the call tone. After a few seconds, the call was picked up, and Su Zhinian’s elegant voice came through. "Yes?"

Song Qingchun gripped her phone tightly, and she was silent biting her bottom lip. Finally, she said, "Mr. Su, I wish to discuss something with you."

"Okay." Su Zhinian answered softly on the other end of the phone. Before Song Qingchun could elaborate, he continued saying in his monotone, "We can talk about it when I get home."

Then, the call was rudely ended.

Song Qingchun had exhausted her store of courage by making that one call; she did not have the guts to make another.

However, Su Zhinian had said to wait for him to come... The thing was, he would return home at random times, and she needed to leave before 8 pm; if he returned at 12 am, then she might as well miss Brother Yinan’s party...

Hesitating to make the second call, Song Qingchun bit her fingernails. Finally, she pressed on the keyboard carefully to send Su Zhinian a message. "Mr. Su, can I ask you what time you will reach home?"

Soon, Song Qingchun’s phone showed that her message had been received. After she knew Su Zhinian had gotten the message, Song Qingchun stared at the screen of her phone unblinkingly.

Song Qingchun waited for about two minutes but still did not receive any reply from Su Zhinian.

He read the message but did not reply her; he was obviously ignoring her...

Song Qingchun slumped to the sofa in frustration.

...

When Song Qingchun called, Su Zhinian was lying against the car seat with his eyes closed, he was taking a well-deserved rest after a long day of work.

When his phone rang, he frowned because his rest had been disturbed. He grabbed at his phone with obvious annoyance, but a flash of surprise flickered across his features when he saw the caller ID. His whole body paused for a second before answering it.

He initially wanted to hear Song Qingchun out on the phone, but he realized he was only ten minutes away from home based on the scenery he saw out the window. So, he grumbled a quick response and hung up on her. He then tossed the phone aside and closed his eyes again.

In less than one minute, his phone rang again, signaling the arrival of a message.

Su Zhinian’s brows twitched slightly, but he did not open his eyes to look at it.

Cheng Qingchong, who was sitting in the front seat, was already secretly shocked from when she’d heard Su Zhinian say, "We can talk about it when I get home."

The Big Boss that she knew was a quintessential workaholic and would drag her to accompany him for overtime. However, for this most recent week, he would depart from work punctually and return home.