Song Xiaodong had been through so much, yet he could still sense the panic and shame in Zhong Chuling's heart. He gently held her hand and then gave it a light squeeze.
Zhong Chuling froze for a moment, and her heart suddenly calmed down. As it turned out, the older man didn't think poorly of her; he didn't see her as a bad kid.
But she could still feel Song Xiaodong's physical reaction, and she really didn't know what to do about it.
Song Xiaodong leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Don't overthink it—perfectly natural response. Don't let it weigh on you."
Zhong Chuling's face grew even redder, but she nodded, feeling even more at ease.
Fortunately, the car had already reached the hospital by then, and Lin Shu exhaled deeply and said, "Finally arrived safely."
Song Xiaodong immediately chuckled. "Not bad, not bad. A few more times like this, and you'll be able to drive on your own."
