Song Qingchun stood in place, watching the director enter the revolving door, she turned to leave, and her eyes still drifted uncontrollably at Su Zhinian, who was still answering the phone.

Such a distracting little act caused her to not notice that someone was coming behind her at all, and accidentally stepped on someone else's foot, and then a very sharp cry of pain came from her ears.

Song Qingchun was startled by this voice, and subconsciously took two steps back, but because the pace was too large, Song Qingchun bumped into the trash can at the door of the "Beijing Club".

When Song Qingchun's whole body fell to the ground uncontrollably, I don't know if she was wrong, she saw a touch of nervousness in the eyes of Su Zhinian who answered the phone through the glass window, and even made her think for a moment that he was going to rush out of it.

Fortunately, the doorman who was standing on the side quickly grabbed her arm: "Miss, be careful." ”

Song Qingchun was shocked and withdrew his gaze from the glass window.

"Miss, are you alright?"

Song Qingchun shook his head, smiled at the doorman, and said, "Thank you." ”

The doorman smiled back, and when she was on her feet, he let go of her arm.

When Song Qingchun turned his head to look at the person who was stepped on by himself, the corner of his eye glanced at the lobby of the "Capital Club" again, and Su Zhinian, who answered the phone, had already turned behind his back at some point, and his tall back was full of indifference.

From him, there was no trace of the nervousness and worry she had seen when she had just fallen.

Was it her delusion?

Song Qingchun's eyebrows frowned slightly, then he turned his gaze away and landed on the person he stepped on.

It was a young and beautiful woman, dressed fashionably and beautifully, probably because she had been trampled on, and the expression on her face was very ugly.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to do it just now, I'm sorry." Song Qingchun apologized.

As if she hadn't heard her words, the woman took a tissue from her bag, bent over, and wiped Song Qingchun's footprints on the upper of her shoes, then stood up, glanced at Song Qingchun with disgust and contempt, and muttered: "It's really a neurosis, can't you walk with long eyes?" It's disgusting......"

As the woman spoke, she glanced at Song Qingchun fiercely, raised her chin slightly, and walked into the "Capital Club" with no one in her eyes.

The woman's words just now, although she sounded like she was talking to herself, her voice was very loud, and she was obviously scolding Song Qingchun.

Although she was at fault first, she was still a little depressed when she was scolded, and the doorman standing next to her also heard the words clearly.

Song Qingchun touched his hair a little embarrassed, and walked down the steps.

She had just taken two steps, and in the lobby behind her, there was another piercing scream, she subconsciously turned her head back, and saw the woman who had just been accidentally stepped on by her, and she didn't know what was going on, and she fell to the ground.

Song Qingchun was stunned for a moment, and was just about to retract his gaze, when he saw Su Zhinian standing in front of the woman, holding the mobile phone in one hand, answering the phone unhurriedly, and pulling out the delicate roses from the vase on the side with the other, and threw them at the woman's face.