Resting room.
Ji Changqing helped Su Yang sit down on the sofa. Seeing that her complexion was alarmingly pale, he couldn't help but express his concern, "Should I take you to the hospital?"
"No need, I really am fine. I just want some time alone to calm down."
Ji Changqing looked at Su Yang for a moment, then nodded, "Then call me if you need anything."
"Okay."
Ji Changqing turned and left.
Song Shijing watched Ji Changqing leave before he started to approach the resting room door. Remembering the slap and punch Su Yang had dealt him the previous night, he paused, downed the drink in his hand, and then pushed the door open to enter.
Su Yang had just hung up the phone when she heard the noise and looked up. Seeing it was Song Shijing, her brows instinctively furrowed.
Why was it him again?
