Given Song Lingshan's temperament, she would definitely cause trouble for Sister Nami and force her to leave her.
Exhausted, he bumped the back of his head against the wall behind him and pleaded.
"Can you leave me alone? I'm so tired. Can you please think about me for a moment? I want to go home, I want to go home..."
She's already refused, and she won't listen to reason, so I can only stall her for now.
Song Lingshan took a deep breath and sniffed.
"Okay, I won't pressure you. I'll give you time to think it over."
To be honest, she's very tired right now. She didn't sleep all night and is exhausted.
He turned and quickly left the room.
The door was closed tightly. Su Luo returned to her seat, drank a large gulp of water, and then pulled a few tissues from the tissue box on the corner of the table to wipe away her tears.
After putting on my down jacket, I caught a glimpse of the navy blue scarf on the ground.
Su Luo bent down to pick it up. The trash can was right next to him, and he should have thrown it away, but it felt like tentacles had grown in his palm, and the suction cups of the tentacles were firmly attached to the scarf.
The warm, soft scarf silently spoke of Song Lingshan's burning and intense love for him.
Su Luo turned around, opened the small wardrobe next to the curtains, folded the scarf, put it in a brown paper bag, and then closed the wardrobe door.
Buzzing.
The phone on the table started vibrating.
Su Luo glanced at the contact; it was Ozawa Nami calling.
Su Luo composed herself and answered the phone.
A gentle and pleasant voice came from inside.
"Lolo, are you off work?"
"Okay, I'm logging off."
Should I come pick you up?
"No need, where are you? I'll come find you directly."
"good."
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