How could Zhuang Su not think of this, it was Su Chengxuan's phone number that An An gave her.
An An's mother, she had even seen her at the school's parent-child day.
"I'm so stupid."
"Alright, do you want some stir-fried shrimp?"
"I do..."
"Okay, just wait a bit."
Su Chengxuan walked out again, preparing to cook.
Zhuang Su sat on Su Chengxuan's bed, half-reclining.
She looked at the wardrobe on the side. Just now, why did she care so much about the person in the photo?
Moreover, she...
Zhuang Su suddenly didn't dare to continue thinking. She felt that some of the thoughts in her mind were simply too outrageous.
Su Chengxuan is An An's uncle. He had picked up her book and even helped her find her wallet.
So she taught him English purely as a way to thank him, nothing more.
That's right, that's all there is to it.
On the other side, Su Chengxuan was making lunch, completely unaware that Zhuang Su was half-lying on his bed, caught in an inner conflict.
