Flushing Her Out (6)

Su Zhinian didn't even stop to catch his breath. He grabbed her hands that were heading towards the box and pulled her several steps back.

"What's wrong…" Song Qingchun staggered and fell into the man's arms. After she found her footing, she raised her head up in confusion to look at him. Su Zhinian lowered his head to shush her before turning to focus on the box sitting on the table.

The room was quiet. Song Qingchun didn't hear anything wrong. She waited for a while and was about to turn to ask Su Zhinian when she saw the stern and icy expression on his face. Her question caught in her throat, and her gaze alternated between the man and the box.

After some time, Su Zhinian released his grasp on Song Qingchun's wrist and took slow deliberate steps towards the box. He bent over to lean his ear close to the box. After confirming that the shuffling sound did come from inside the box, he straightened up with his brows furrowed.