His hands that gripped the steering wheel shook as his heart shivered. With cold sweat crawling down his face and back, he yelled vehemently into the phone, interrupting Song Qingchun, "Song Qingchun, go to the market if I tell you too, stop giving me so many excuses!"
Song Qingchun could sense the imposing presence through the phone, causing her lips to clamp shut.
Perhaps it had been so long since Su Zhinian was angry at her, but the sudden change flustered Song Qingchun; she stammered for a reply. Furthermore, they had been talking amiably just one second earlier; the switch was too much for her to handle.
With the car still caught in traffic, Su Zhinian grumbled in an irked tone, seeing as Song Qingchun still hadn't given a response, "Why aren't you moving? Did you not hear me?"
As he finished, Su Zhinian heard the sound of Song Qingchun grabbing her coat off the rack and rushing out of the house.