His voice was muffled by the steam, and after passing through two doors, it had lost its original tone. Coupled with Song Yuqiao's own panic, he didn't even realize that this was Pei Si Cheng's voice.

  Song Yuqiao saw the frosted glass door open, a backlit male figure gradually exposed, bit by bit becoming clear, her heart thumping violently, bursting out of her chest, she hastily turned around and ran out in a panic.

  Song Yuqiao hastily ran out of the apartment, and the white streetlights flashed before her eyes, a vast expanse of whiteness, she had to hold onto the wall to steady herself.

  I don't know why, but just now I caught a glimpse of that figure, and suddenly another scene flashed into my mind, which surprisingly overlapped with this one.

  In that scene, she was wearing a white dress, with her hair tied up in high pigtails, running and jumping over to open the bathroom door: "Honey, let me scrub your back?"

  Her headache was severe, and she couldn't help but squat down and rub her temples.

  She couldn't help but feel a headache and palpitations, she also felt inexplicably short of breath, a pair of slender fingers holding cigarettes, chaotic figures, accompanied by the sound of a baby crying.

  Just then, the phone rang and pulled her out of her nightmare.

  Song Yuqiao's hand trembled slightly as he took out his phone from the pocket of his outerwear. The screen displayed Ye Zenan's name, and he directly hung up the call, adding him to the blacklist.

  Took a few deep breaths and walked slowly into the dense black night.

  …………

  Pei Hangyu rummaged in the kitchen and came up with a fruit salad, but as soon as he came out, Song Yuqiao's figure disappeared. The door was wide open, and when he looked up, he saw Pei Sicheng walking down the stairs from upstairs, bare-chested and wrapped in a towel.

  "Dad, you must have scared Qiao Qiao away!" Pei Hangyu put the fruit salad on the coffee table, "Hmph, and she was only wrapped in a towel! You're so rude!"

  Pei Si chuckled.

  Wrapped in a bath towel now, he was wearing nothing when he opened the frosted glass door of the bathroom against the light just now.

  Pei Si Cheng looked at the living room where the clutter had already been tidied up and categorized, guessing that Song Yu Qiao must have arrived a while ago. On the sofa was his white shirt, with a dark tie neatly folded on top of it.

  Bai Hangyu stormed out and slammed the door shut, muttering to himself: "I was in such a hurry earlier that I forgot to set the password... otherwise, how could Qiaoqiao have opened the door by herself? Ah, isn't this Qiaoqiao's handbag?"

  At a glance, there was indeed a khaki-colored lady's handbag on the chair.

  Pei Si Cheng was about to stand up, Pei Hao Yu's ears moved, and he took the lead by one step, hugging the bag in his arms, taking a step back with an expression of a mother hen protecting her food, "I found it!"

  Pei Si Cheng raised an eyebrow and picked up a piece of apple from the fruit salad plate prepared by Pei Hao Yu, putting it in his mouth, his facial expression changed.

  “……”

  Then spat it out onto the tissue paper.

  Bai Huaiyu hugged Song Yuqiao's package and ran away, only to hear Bai Si Cheng's low voice behind him: "Bai Huaiyu! How much salt did you put in?!"

  …………

  After taking a day off, Song Yuqiao came to the company the next day and hadn't even had time to tidy up the documents on his desk when he was called into Dailin Card's office.

  "What's going on?"

  Song Yuqiao walked in, Dai Lina slammed a contract on the office desk and asked sternly, "What's going on?"

  A government-issued tender document.

  Song Yuqiao picked it up and read it in one glance, also breaking out in a cold sweat.