A Bad Feeling (4)

Her already bad mood worsened. She stopped pacing about the room and curled up on the sofa, staring directly at her phone.

Time trickled by. There was still nothing from Su Zhinian at 10 pm. The whole bungalow was quiet; there was no sound of a car pulling up to the house.

Perhaps Song Qingchun's period amplified her emotions because her eyes started to get red when she was staring at Su Zhinian's profile picture on WhatsApp.

She took a deep breath, placed her phone down, and looked out the window. Staring at the darkness outside, a tear fell out of the corner of her eyes.

It was not until 11 pm that a car rolled up to the house. There was the sound of a car engine, and the headlights piercing through the windows.

Song Qingchun jumped up off the sofa immediately, put her slippers on, and rushed toward the front door. As she pushed the door open, Su Zhinian was coming out of his car.