A wonton noodle stall by the roadside.
Su Li was in much better condition when she was brought out, and her mind gradually cleared up.
She drank a cup of hot water, and her energy returned.
Because her hair was completely wet, she simply wiped it with a tissue.
Song Qinze handed her one of his coats, saying, "Put this on, so you don't catch a cold."
"Thank you, Mr. Song. If it weren't for you, I don't know how I would have escaped from those people."
"You're too kind."
Song Qinze's tall and handsome figure stood out from the crowd, attracting the attention of many passersby.
"Gentlemen, Chaos has arrived."
The proprietress served them two steaming bowls of wontons, their fragrant aroma instantly whetting their appetites.
Su Li was still feeling dizzy, but the smell immediately made her feel better, and her stomach started growling.
Song Qinze handed her the bowl and said gently, "Eat something. You must have been scared just now. I apologize to you on behalf of my sister."
Although she was in a semi-conscious state, she vaguely heard their conversation.
All of this was orchestrated by Song Wan behind the scenes.
Su Li gently scooped up the wontons in the bowl without saying a word.
Song Qinze handed her his phone.
Su Li glanced at it and asked in confusion, "What is this for?"
“Wan’er was wrong in this matter. I know you’re not feeling good right now. Use my phone to call her and give her a piece of your mind. Don’t worry, she definitely won’t dare hang up on me.”
She gently tossed his phone aside, forcing a smile, and said, "What good does cursing do? Let's just forget about it."
Song Wan always regarded her as a thorn in her side, and calling her to scold her was completely useless and a waste of breath.
“Then I’ll go back and talk to her again, and then I’ll get the police to drop this case of intentional assault. I can’t leave you with a negative record.”
"Thank you, Mr. Song, but I don't understand why you're helping me so much?"
Su Li gazed at Song Qinze's refined and calm face. He gave her a strange feeling, like an old friend she had known for a long time, but also not quite...
“Wan’er is my sister. If she does something wrong, I, as her brother, cannot escape responsibility.”
That's not wrong, but she still felt something was off.
"Eat quickly, otherwise these wontons will get cold and won't taste good."
"Okay, thank you."
She lowered her head and took a bite of wonton, chewing gently. She wanted a tissue, but there wasn't one on the table.
A handkerchief suddenly appeared in front of me.
She looked up at Song Qinze, then shook her head. "No need, thank you."
Song Qinze stuffed the handkerchief into her hand, "Take it, use it as you like."
A black Rolls-Royce was parked on the side of the road, and the man stared at them with a cold gaze.
Xu Ming felt like he was being tortured in the car; the oppressive atmosphere from Master Quan was almost freezing him to death.
He really wanted to call Miss Su and tell her to come over right away.
From a distance, they looked quite cozy sitting together eating.
Quan Ye's face was hidden in the dim light, but the coldness on his forehead revealed his displeasure.
He looked away. "Drive!"
Xu Ming quickly told the driver to drive away.
*
Su Li had eaten half of the wontons when she suddenly received a text message from Xu Ming.
'Miss Su, please come back quickly, or the consequences will be unimaginable!'
Xu Ming is Quan Ye's top assistant. Usually, when he says something like this, it means something terrible has happened.
I guess Quan Ye is throwing another tantrum.
She put her phone away, stood up, and handed his coat back to him. "Mr. Song, thank you for taking me out today. I have to go now."
Song Qinze nodded, "Okay, I'll have the driver take you."
"No need, I can get back by myself. You've already gone to so much trouble for me today."
After Su Li finished speaking, she turned and left.
Song Qinze watched her departing figure, the coat in his hand still warm from her touch…
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