Qian Qi admired the instance for a while, her eyes feeling a bit strained. She rubbed her eyes and turned around to pour herself a cup of hot tea.
While sipping her tea, she kept her gaze fixed on Su Ang, her thoughts unclear.
Her gaze was intense, and although Su Ang was accustomed to people's attention, he couldn't quite handle such close scrutiny.
He turned to look at Qian Qi, and said coldly, "Do you have something to say?"
"What's your favorite color?" Qian Qi asked.
Su Ang frowned nearly imperceptibly. He had been asked this question many times before, and those who asked usually had a specific motive.
A twinge of unexplainable disappointment flashed in his heart, and he replied coolly, "There's a topic on the school forum filled with my preferences. If you're curious, you can look there."
