Wen Shouyi had left in an indignant huff. There were now only two people at the table meant for four: Gu Nianzhi and He Zhichu, seated opposite each other.
He Zhichu did not speak. He leaned against the sofa, his arms folded across his chest. He looked at Nianzhi critically. "Why are you always so eager to provoke Miss Wen?"
"She's trying to provoke me, Professor He! How can you turn this on me?" Gu Nianzhi could no longer control herself. "Unless you think there's nothing wrong with installing spy cameras in your student's apartment?"
