"Mr. Fu?" Seeing Fu Yihan unresponsive, Su Qingnuan couldn't help but remind him, "Are you tired?"
Snapping back to reality, Fu Yihan glared at her, his brow slightly furrowed. "What nonsense are you talking about? I was just thinking about something else."
"Oh... I see." Su Qingnuan leaned forward, getting closer. "Mr. Fu, have you made up your mind? About your preferences, and..."
"No." Fu Yihan decisively interrupted her, frowning. "Why do you spend every day thinking about irrelevant things? Rather than that, you should read more. Are you confident about our company's interview?"
"Huh?" The abrupt change in topic caught Su Qingnuan off guard.
"If you're not prepared, why aren't you hurrying to get ready? Do you think you have plenty of time left?"
"... Got it."
She initially approached out of curiosity, but now there was no need for further probing, as she'd been directly sent away.
Sighing helplessly, Su Qingnuan went upstairs.
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