Of course, she only had one secret.
"Why are you out for coffee so early? Why didn't Jinyang join you?"
Xiao Qing stirred her coffee nonchalantly, "He's at home with the kids; I have plans with a friend."
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck her—she could use waiting for a friend as an excuse to slip away, but then Song Zhiqing asked, "Was it that young girl who just left?"
Her expression stiffened with relief that she hadn't spoken yet; otherwise, it would have been a real embarrassment.
"Uh~ sort of, I also have an appointment later, waiting for the department store to open."
The department store opens at ten, and with only ten minutes to go, Xiao Qing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at the thought of escaping.
"Um, Mr. Song, it's almost time; I should get going."
No sooner had she spoken than she grabbed her purse and swiftly walked out.
Song Zhiqing chuckled at her fleeing figure and turned to the approaching man, asking, "Amin, am I that frightening?"
