Jesse Rowan didn't leave; instead, he lowered his head and pointed with his finger: "This one, I can do it. Why didn't you ask me?"
"Ha." Joan Harry sneered, "Can't you stop bothering me? I'm really stressed out."
"I really can..." Jesse looked increasingly innocent as he took the pen from her hand, "I'll show you..."
Even though he was a bit unsteady from drinking, his mind and thoughts were still clear.
Especially when he was doing something he was good at, his eyes shone with a brilliant light.
The black pen danced across Joan Harry's scratch paper, outlining the clues and entry points for solving this case study.
Soon, the white draft paper was densely covered with numbers.
"Look... I can do it."
After Jesse finished solving it, he put down the pen, smiling like a child seeking praise.
While he was solving the problem, she kept her eyes on the scratch paper.
She had thought he would doodle or mess up her scratch paper, but she didn't expect him to actually solve it.
