Song Yansheng probably closed his eyes for about two hours before he woke up. He reached out to rub his temples and asked Yao Ziwan, who was sitting not far away, "What time is it now?"
Yao Ziwan replied, "Mr. Song, it's already a quarter past ten in the morning!"
Song Yansheng frowned slightly. A quarter past ten, time really flies. Unknowingly, it's almost noon.
The little girl at this moment should have already noticed that he left, right? He wondered what she would think, whether she could guess the reason for his leaving.
He thought, given the little girl's cleverness, even if she couldn't guess that he was annoyed because of that one rose, she should at least have guessed that he definitely knew about Shen Zui sending her flowers.
So he's angry, and his leaving is related to her, related to Shen Zui.
"Mr. Song..." Seeing the unhappy expression on Song Yansheng's face, Yao Ziwan was somewhat concerned and gently called out.
