Seeing that Cheng Anyue was not in the mood to do the questions, an Shiyu asked her to find a book to read.
Cheng Anyue looked around the bookshelf and found that there was no book she could read.
After all, she couldn't understand books related to finance at her age.
However, she didn't dare to say it, afraid that an Shiyu would find another reason to ask her to go back to her room.
She randomly picked a book and started to flip through it.
This time, she read it seriously, but she couldn't understand anything, so her brows were furrowed.
An Shijin would occasionally pay attention to her movements. When he saw her distressed look, his gaze fell on the cover. Once he saw the title, he understood what was going on.
Although he could understand it when he was sixteen, not everyone was like him.
The morning passed just like that.
Cheng Anyue's suffering was indescribable, but fortunately, everything was over.
