Upon hearing the sound, Su Xiaoling instinctively looked toward the source of the sound.
There stood Song Yansheng at the top of the stairs on the second floor, one hand on the railing and the other in his pocket. He was tall and thin, with a sickly pale complexion, but he looked handsome and charming.
Did he send Feng Xixi?
Su Xiaoling gripped the edge of her clothes tightly, bit her lower lip, and then lowered her head, refusing to look at him again.
Upon hearing Song Yansheng's words, Song's mother frowned deeply. Was it Yansheng who sent Feng Xixi?
Didn't she tell him that Xiaoling would be coming today?
Why did he call another girl over?
Was it intentional?
Song's mother paused, as if she had thought of something, and looked up at Song Yansheng.
Song Yansheng stood at the top of the stairs with an expressionless face and walked down slowly.
He did not approach Su Xiaoling.
Instead, he said to Feng Xixi, "My mother has guests. Let's talk in my room."
Feng Xixi forced a smile and nodded to Song's mother and Su Xiaoling.
Song Yansheng is really daring, playing big?
Su Xiaoling watched the two go upstairs, and she was indeed unhappy.
She kept telling herself that they were just talking about work, so...
Song's mother squeezed Su Xiaoling's hand again and patted it, saying, "They know each other before, they're old friends. They have work to discuss right now, so don't overthink it."
Su Xiaoling knew that Song's mother was trying to comfort her.
She forced a smile: "I know."
Actually, she still looked down on herself a little.
Given her previous personality, she probably would have caught up with him long ago.
But now, she's starting to back down.
Because she was afraid, afraid that Song Yansheng really didn't like her.
"Have a seat for a while, I'll make you a cup of coffee."
After saying that, Song's mother got up and went to the kitchen.
Su Xiaoling sat on the sofa, her mind already flying to the second floor. What were Song Yansheng and that Miss Feng doing in the room?
Could they be...?
Holy crap! Holy crap!
Su Xiaoling, don't overthink it. Song Yansheng would never do such a thing.
When Song's mother brought out the coffee, she saw Su Xiaoling shaking her head repeatedly, looking conflicted.
"Have something to drink."
Song's mother gently brought out the coffee and placed it in front of Su Xiaoling.
"Thank you, Mama Song."
She looked at the coffee in front of her, then suddenly seemed to remember something, raising an eyebrow: "Is there any more coffee?"
Upon hearing Su Xiaoling's question, Song's mother immediately realized what was going on.
He readily agreed, "Yes, yes, yes, I'll go get it for you, two cups, right?"
Su Xiaoling smiled knowingly.
How kind is Song's mother!
I absolutely love it!
She thought she'd take her coffee and go see what Song Yansheng and Feng Xixi were up to.
Anyway, I kept thinking about it, and it never felt right.
Second floor, Song Yansheng's room.
Song Yansheng sat at the table in the room, with a laptop in front of him. He was staring intently at the computer screen, his slender fingers nimbly tapping the keyboard.
Feng Xixi sat on a small single sofa not far from him, idly playing with her phone.
She pouted and looked up at the man who had remained silent: "You sent me here just so I could find another place to play on my phone?"
Hearing her words, Song Yansheng's gaze remained fixed on the screen, without looking at her.
"She should be leaving soon."
His voice remained as cool and indifferent as ever, giving people a strong sense of detachment.
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