Xu Zijin raised his hand, his sleeve slightly rolled up, revealing a black watch. His voice was almost mechanical. "You started reading at 3:38, and it's now 4:30. In these fifty-two minutes, you've read such few words. You should have finished by now, right?"
His tone was a bit eerie, and Xu Zijin's gaze unabashedly turned towards her bag.
He had watched Yan Yinuo stuff the notebook back with his own eyes. Could it be fake?
Yan Yinuo's hand trembled, almost dropping her bag.
What startled her was Xu Zijin's precise timing, indicating he had been lying in wait for a long time.
"Since you've finished reading, return the notebook to me." Xu Zijin slowly extended his hand, his long and clean fingers spread out in front of Yan Yinuo.
Whether due to the glaring sunlight or alcohol rushing to her head, Yan Yinuo felt dizzy again.
"Yan Yinuo." Seeing no response from her for a long time, Xu Zijin furrowed his brows.
