In an instant, Xu Haohao felt the fish soup in her bowl had lost its fragrance. She held the fish soup in her mouth, forgetting even to swallow.
Xu Haohao's scalp tingled. Her hand holding the soup bowl trembled slightly, almost spilling the fish soup. How did Feng Huaimu find out?
She thought she had done it flawlessly. When she was on his computer, he hadn't even come out of the kitchen, and she had deleted all login records.
"What nonsense are you talking? Would I dare touch your computer? I'm afraid you'd kill me to silence me in a fit of anger." Xu Haohao swallowed the fish soup, let out a slightly awkward laugh, and said.
"Is that so?" Feng Huaimu picked up a piece of fish belly with chopsticks made of bamboo and served it to Xu Haohao, smiling as he retorted.
His calm demeanor made Xu Haohao even more apprehensive, a growing unease from feeling transparently seen through.
