Song Qingchun squeezed the cloth in her hands like her life depended on it. After locating the voice that had left her, she said, "Mr. Su, do you need anything?"
After a short pause, Su Zhinian's gaze slowly left the yoga mat and fell on Song Qingchun's face. "Brew me a cup of coffee."
His gaze then purposely lingered on the yoga mat some more before turning away and closing the door behind him.
Song Qingchun heaved a long sigh of relief and was about to pull her phone from underneath the mat when the door was suddenly pushed open again, causing the breath that she was in the middle of releasing to be caught in her throat again.
"Skip the milk and sugar." Then, Su Zhinian closed the door once more.
Song Qingchun stared at the closed door for a full three minutes to ensure it would not suddenly be pushed open again before collapsing to the ground. She clapped at chest as she took two deep breaths.
