Song Zhizhi had just walked into the front door of the Commercial Management Building with a pot of porridge in her hand when she came face-to-face with Chu Qin, who was leaving at that moment.
Chu Qin glanced at the object in Song Zhizhi's hand, then at the black car still at the entrance. Her face slightly darkened. "Did your boyfriend bring that?" she asked.
"Er, yes," Song Zhizhi nodded.
Chu Qin said coldly, "Don't abuse your family background and do whatever you please."
Song Zhizhi furrowed her brows.
Truthfully, she generally respected Chu Qin. Even though Chu Qin could be absurdly demanding of her subordinates, she understood that this stemmed from Chu Qin's competitive nature due to her family background. But at this moment, she was genuinely annoyed.
She intended to retort.
But Chu Qin never gave her the chance to speak and simply walked away.
Song Zhizhi watched her retreating figure.
She has swallowed half a breath of displeasure.