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She wanted to speak, but she remembered. However, there was no longer any need to open her mouth; the sound of his departing footsteps was steady and firm, just like his indifferent and emotionless gaze that would not linger on her—this strange woman who was nothing but a stranger outside of work.
She stood there, dazed, but suddenly smiled, though her eyes felt a bit sore.
The whole afternoon, her mood was somewhat low. When it was time to leave, she quietly packed her things alone and left the newspaper office. As she reached downstairs, the elevator doors opened, and Su Ronggui and Su Rongxing came out. She quickly dodged to the side, hiding. At the time, she really did not want to see him. Yet she heard Su Rongxing ask, "Su Ronggui, do you seem a bit familiar with the new photography journalist in the newspaper?"
"Not familiar." A brief and cold answer.
"Then how come she gave you zongzi?" Su Rongxing was still brooding over the zongzi incident from the morning.