Fu Yihan's room had a small desk, which he used for work whenever he was in his bedroom.
There weren't many items on the desk, but everything was well arranged.
Fu Yihan walked to the back of the desk and looked at Su Qingnuan, who was standing there looking uneasy.
"What's up?" Fu Yihan asked.
Su Qingnuan gripped the textbook in her hands nervously and said softly, "It's just... I have... some questions I want to ask you..."
"Speak louder." Fu Yihan's icy voice carried a hint of teasing. "What, haven't eaten yet?"
Su Qingnuan froze for a moment, her face suddenly turning red. She lowered her head and said, "I have some questions I want to ask you."
"Mm."
"Mm?" Su Qingnuan quickly raised her head and looked at Fu Yihan in surprise.
Fu Yihan knocked on the table with his pen. "Standing so far away—how am I supposed to see your questions?"
"....."
She quickly moved closer, feeling flattered, and placed the textbook in front of Fu Yihan.
"Where?" Fu Yihan asked.
