Qin Shuang's eyes widened in astonishment.
Song Qinghe's eyes smiled, "How come you're so surprised?"
"Ah?" Qin Shuang snapped back to reality, quickly shaking her head, "No, no, does Director Song need something?"
Song Qinghe looked at her, suddenly raised a hand that landed on the corner of her lips.
Qin Shuang was so startled that she momentarily forgot to dodge.
No way? What was Director Song trying to do?
Song Qinghe's fingers gently brushed over her lip corner, saying, "You got some coffee on your mouth."
Qin Shuang's face turned red with embarrassment, her voice stammering, "Director Song, you, do you have something you need?"
"I have been standing for less than a minute, and you've already asked me twice if I needed something. Shuangshuang, haven't I said before? In private, you can call me Big Brother Song. Aren't we friends?" Song Qinghe asked.
When Qin Shuang heard him say that, she felt a bit embarrassed.