Xiao Jiang scratched his head and said, "Sister-in-law, why don't you go inside and ask?"

When Ruan Qingling went in, she saw Song Shiting sitting upright in a chair, writing something.

Is he alright?

Ruan Qingling softly called out, "Song Shiting."

Song Shiting looked up and suddenly saw Ruan Qingling. Remembering that he hadn't finished cooking, he said, "What are you doing here? Lunch isn't ready yet! Let's go out and get something to eat?"

When did you start caring about her eating?

Ruan Qingling felt a mix of sweetness and confusion: "I know, I want to know why you suddenly ran away halfway through."

Song Shiting looked at her and said casually, "Come and write a report."

Ruan Qingling had already walked up to him and asked suspiciously, "Why are you suddenly being asked to write a report?"

Song Shiting looked down at the pen: "Lu Qiu swallowing pesticide has something to do with me."

That's how I guessed it.

Ruan Qingling looked at Song Shiting.

Song Shiting looked intently at Ruan Qingling and finally made a decision: "If these things will implicate you, let's get a divorce first."

When Ruan Qingling heard his words, she hesitated for a second, then felt a pang of heartache.

"Lu Qiu is not dead. He has been rescued and his vital signs are currently normal."

Song Shiting was slightly taken aback, as if he had breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Ruan Qingling asked, puzzled, "What exactly happened?"

Song Shiting didn't say anything, but wrote a number on the paper: "Go outside and make this call. Tell Zhou Xiangdong to go find my old boss and briefly explain what's going on here. They'll investigate on their own."

Ruan Qingling asked anxiously, "Song Shiting, what trouble have you run into?"