The size of the blood stain near Tang Nuan's butt continued to grow. After a few seconds of silence, Song Qingchun pretended to receive a call. She pulled out her phone from her pocket, and while she pretended to look at the caller ID, she surreptitiously and speedily unlocked her phone and speed-dialed Su Zhinian's number. She placed the phone to her ear and lowered her voice intimately to call out against the dial tone. "Zhinian?"
This was the first time in her life that Song Qingchun had referred to Su Zhinian intimately as 'Zhinian'. When the words escaped her lips, the skin on her back crawled.
Song Qingchun took a long pause as she nodded; she was actually waiting for Su Zhinian to pick up. However, Su Zhinian was probably busy. Song Qingchun felt if she kept up the silence, her jig might be up, so she forced herself to enter a monologue. She said into the phone, "Hmm, what did you say? You're passing Shin Kong Place? You want to buy me a present…"