She hung up her coat and turned around.
But she found that he wasn't listening to her at all; he was quietly sipping tea handed to him by Mrs. Gui.
Suddenly, she felt a bit agitated, and the many things she was about to say were quietly swallowed back. She curled up on the sofa and continued browsing the web.
He slowly finished a cup of tea and told Mrs. Gui, "More water."
Mrs. Gui refilled the cup, and again he slowly finished it, then looked up at Su Xingyu. The girl was typing something furiously without even glancing in his direction. Unable to hold back, he put down his teacup, and the high-quality white porcelain made a crisp sound against the glass coffee table. Yet she seemed oblivious, focused on typing, laughter at the corners of her eyes.
On the side, Mrs. Gui, observing the situation, felt something was wrong and cleared her throat to remind Su Xingyu, "Young Madam."
Su Xingyu looked up, confused, "What?"
