"I've said, I don't want to hear your explanation; I just need to know, is it yes or no‽" Song Qingchun's eyes started to water, and her tone became agitated. The man who had once again been interrupted fell silent.
Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian's face, which was devoid of emotion. She really wanted to derive something from his appearance, but he was such a master concealer that she was unable to notice anything. In the end, she bit on the corner of her lips like she had come to a decision in her heart. Suddenly, she took a brave step forward, and before Su Zhinian realized what was happening, she planted her arms on his shoulders. With a forceful shove, she pushed him several steps back until his back was leaning against the giant screen.