Thus far, she had said goodbye eight times, and she had managed the impossible of still not asking her favor after such a long prelude.
Su Zhinian's heart twisted from listening to her weak attempts at asking him for help. He spotted the girl's drawn face as she prepared to close the door, and he called out, "Qingchun."
"Hmm?" Song Qingchun pulled the car door wider open and poked her head in.
Su Zhinian said in a tone that was as emotionless as his face, "I have a meeting with a client at the clubhouse just in front this afternoon; if you want, I can drive you home after work."
Song Qingchun nodded happily at him like she had just won the lottery. Her dark eyes glowed brilliantly like a universe full of stars. "Okay. Thank you."