"What?!"
Su Li heard this and just about lost it.
Someone suddenly dropped dead while gaming; the game itself actually has a youth mode, so under normal circumstances the blame shouldn't land on them.
You can't just ban people from using kitchen knives forever just because a kitchen knife might kill someone, right?
The really bad part now is—this student is the grandnephew of a top-tier research bigwig.
A fine sheen of sweat slowly appeared on Su Li's forehead. She stood in front of the floor‑to‑ceiling windows, phone in hand, talking anxiously with Zhou Yitian.
Feng Ciye sat not far away, leisurely fiddling with the purple clay teapot and teacups in front of him, with absolutely no intention of interrupting Su Li, so quiet it was like he didn't even exist.
His hem was suddenly tugged, and Feng Ciye looked down.
A soft little kid was staring up at him with a pair of half-moon eyes still hazy with sleep, the other hand patting his own mouth as he yawned.
