Just as Song Qingchun was spiraling into insanity, the door to the study was pulled open and Su Zhinian's voice drifted out.
"Brew me a cup of coffee."
"Okay." Song Qingchun immediately stood to attention and answered accordingly. When she noticed Su Zhinian's gaze slowly moving toward the shirt in her grasp, she quickly hid it behind her and nodded, adding, "Understood, Mr. Su."
Su Zhinian did not say anything but looked at Song Qingchun with a gaze filled with equal measure confusion and probing before nodding and retreating into his study.
Song Qingchun took a deep breath to calm her beating heart before biting her lips and looking at the bloodied shirt in her hands. Finally, she snuck to her bedroom and hid the shirt in there.
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