"Then I'll keep running. Come on, Grandpa!"
Song Jin waved her hand and continued running on the cement path.
She still ran around the path once, then stopped and walked back.
When passing by the garden, Mr. and Mrs. Song were no longer there, but there was a sword hanging on a tree branch.
That was the sword that Old Lady Song was holding when she was dancing with the sword just now.
Song Jin took a look and continued walking back, soon returning to the old house.
As expected, Mr. and Mrs. Song were already in the living room, drinking morning tea.
The breakfast at the old house is more Chinese style, with breakfast, tea and porridge.
Song Jin went back to her room, took a shower, and changed into a black long-sleeved shirt and trousers. The slightly loose style made her already thin figure look even thinner.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror to make sure she was neat and tidy, then put on her shoes and went downstairs.
After finishing breakfast at the dining table, it was already seven o'clock.
After saying goodbye to Old Man Song, Aunt Song left the old house.
There was a car parked outside the old house. When the driver in a suit and tie saw Song Jin coming out, he got out and opened the door.
"Miss, please get in the car. Grandpa asked me to pick you up from school."
He handed over a business card and said with a smile:
"Here's my contact information. Call me whenever you need me, Miss. I promise to be there whenever you call."
Song Jin took the business card, took a look at it, memorized the number, and put it in her trouser pocket.
When I bent down to get into the car, I happened to see Lin Qingqing walking out of the small door and looking towards the car.
If Song Jin was a kinder person, she might have gotten out of the car and invited Lin Qingqing to get in.
After all, they were in the same school and class, and they just happened to be going the same way.
But Song Jin is a person without any feelings.
She glanced at Lin Qingqing coldly and ruthlessly, then reached out and got into the car, fastened her seat belt, and said lightly:
"Let's drive."
The driver glanced at the girl in school uniform and hesitated.
"Her school uniform seems to be from the same school as yours, Miss. Would you like to give her a ride?"
Song Jin slightly raised her half-closed eyelids, her dark pupils cold and clear.
She slowly opened her lips, her voice a little colder:
"I said, drive."
The driver shuddered and didn't dare to hesitate any longer. He stepped on the accelerator and the car sped away immediately, leaving Lin Qingqing standing there, breathing in the exhaust fumes.
Seeing that the driver drove obediently, Song Jin closed her eyes and her forehead throbbed a little.
This driver... doesn't seem to have as good eyesight as Qin Yansheng's driver.
Seeing the car drive away, Lin Qingqing stood there in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.
Just now, when she saw Song Jin get in the car and it stopped moving, she thought Song Jin was being kind, or was being generous and wanted to take her to school...
Fortunately, she was happy for a while, thinking that she wouldn’t have to squeeze into the subway anymore!
Lin Qingqing looked at the luxury car that was driving very fast and disappeared in a moment. She gritted her teeth and felt very angry.
This Song Jin!
If you don't want to give me a ride, don't just stop there!
She didn't have to take her car, and it wouldn't cost much to take the subway.
Thinking this in her heart, Lin Qingqing resigned herself to her fate and took the subway. After all, she didn't have enough money to afford a taxi.
The subway station is quite far from the old house, so Lin Qingqing usually leaves a little earlier.
Today, I knew that Song Jin would also be there, so I wanted to see if Song Jin would take her back to school, so I deliberately left half an hour late.
I didn’t expect... Song Jin was so vicious that she was unwilling to even help with a small favor.
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