Qin Ying jumped up, scared out of her wits, and ran back to the bedroom without even bothering to pick up her clothes.
Song Tian quickly stuffed her clothes, especially the soaking wet pants, under the couch, and had just rolled up the yoga mat, covered in juices, when the door opened, and Zhao Shiyu walked in, her complexion rosy and her legs crossed oddly.
When she caught sight of Song Tian, she instantly straightened up and clenched her legs together.
"Whoa, you're back already? Didn't you say you'd be busy for days?"
"Those foreigners were in a rush to get back home, now it's just the bosses fighting for credit. It's got nothing to do with an intern like me!"
"So, all that hustle for nothing?"
"Not at all, I've got a damn good mentor. Even a trickle of what slips through his fingers is plenty for me."
They chatted aimlessly, both worried.