Although Ah Ding didn't understand why his boss wanted him to blow this up, he obediently followed orders.
Mo Chuxi tossed aside his phone, his mood still sour.
He glanced at the time and then got up to head to Yan Xinxin's room.
The door wasn't locked. Mo Chuxi opened it and immediately saw Yan Xinxin sitting at the desk, holding a pen, as if she were diligently working on her homework.
He walked closer and glanced down, only to discover that Yan Xinxin wasn't seriously working on homework—she was copying it!
"Yan Xinxin."
"Ah…"
Too engrossed, she hadn't even noticed someone entering the room.
Hearing Mo Chuxi's voice, Yan Xinxin bewilderedly lifted her head.
"What's up?"
"What are you doing?"
Mo Chuxi pointed at her calculus textbook, his expression stern.
Yan Xinxin instantly acted like a student caught cheating, hurriedly closing the answer sheet as she opened her mouth to explain.
"I… this question is a bit hard…"
