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Han Qiqing glared at him. âYouâre the one whoâs doing things on purpose. Why would I hide my passport? Youâre an idiot!â
Song Shijun shrugged and said pointedly, âI thought you got cold feet at the last minute.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Han Qiqing didnât want to continue this conversation and rolled her eyes at him.
Song Shijun was actually trying to liven the atmosphere, but upon seeing that her eyes were red, realized that she was really upset and kept quiet.
He looked towards Mu Xiaoxiao and asked, âWhat do we do now? If we donât hurry to the airport weâll miss our flight.â
Mu Xiaoxiao looked at Qiqing hesitantly. âBut you canât go nowâ¦â
âWhat can I do? Iâll just not go. Just go ahead without me. If I find my passport, Iâll take fly over tomorrow,â Han Qiqing said as she patted her back and tried to force a smile.
âButâ¦â Mu Xiaoxiao looked at her, worried. She knew that Han Qiqing wanted to go to America to see Lu Yichen.
Song Shijun said, âThatâs the only thing we can do, then. Xiaoxiao, Shaojie, you should go to the airport first. Iâll stay here to search with Qiqing.â
Han Qiqing looked at him and said, âWho asked you to stay? I donât need your help. Iâll just look for it myself. Itâs okay if I donât find it.â
Song Shijun threw himself on the sofa and rested his arms on its back. He said leisurely, âIt doesnât matter if I go. Now that you arenât going, why should I go and become a gooseberry? Aiyoh, I havenât even eaten breakfast. Butler, get someone to make breakfast for me. I want to have spaghetti.â
The butler smiled and nodded. âAlright, Iâll get someone to make some now, Young Master Song. Please wait.â
Han Qiqing looked helplessly at him before pulling Xiaoxiaoâs hand and walking forward. âXiaoxiao, hurry and head to the airport. Youâre going to miss your flight,â she said.
Mu Xiaoxiao hesitated for a while, but she could only nod. âAlright then.â
She looked at the people around her before bending over and whispering into Qiqingâs ear, âDo you have anything you want me to relay to Lu Yichen?â
Han Qiqing paused for a while before smiling bitterly and shaking her head. âNothing. Just ask if his mom is doing well.â
âYeah, I will. Then⦠weâll get going first.â
Mu Xiaoxiao hugged Qiqing before leaving the Han residence with Yin Shaojie.
Song Shijun was still sitting on the sofa. He waved Han Qiqing over and patted the spot beside him, gesturing for her to sit.
Han Qiqing walked over and sat by his side. âWhat?â
Song Shijun looked at her with suspicion on his face. He leaned close and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, âYou⦠really didnât hide your passport?â
Han Qiqing rolled her eyes at him, grabbed a cushion, and threw it at him.
âYouâre crazy!â
Song Shijun tutted. âThatâs really weird. If you didnât hide your passport, where did it go? It couldnât have grown legs and run off, right?â
Han Qiqing suddenly narrowed her eyes and pointed a finger at his nose. Huffing with anger, she said, âTell me! Was it you?â
âMe?â Upon hearing this, Song Shijun pointed at himself. In a tone of disbelief, he said, âAre you suspecting me of hiding your passport? Please! How would I know where you put your passport?â