บท 830: A Hug (5)

The man's handsome face carried with it a natural sense of coldness and aloofness. Even now, his face was flat and emotionless, probably from years of practice and habit. However, she still managed to discern a wealth of concern and patience under that veneer.

This kind of reaction only intensified the guilt within Song Qingchun. Her lips stretched, and she decided to explain everything that happened that afternoon to him. "This afternoon, at…"

Song Qingchun hesitated and decided to skip over the fact her encounter with Tang Nuan happened at the front of the hospital. "…When I was waiting for the taxi, I ran into Tang Nuan."