"How can you convince Professor Ren Hanenberg to give you his access code and password?" Haoran asked in amazement. He had placed the tray with cinnamon rolls on Emma's bedside table and returned to the kitchen to help the girl prepare tea.
"I made him," Emma said casually. She handed Haoran the teapot while she brought two cups for them to her room.
Haoran followed Emma with furrowed brows. He did not understand the meaning of her words. He placed the teapot on Emma's table and poured tea into their respective cups and then sat in a chair, while Emma sat on her bed.
"I don't understand what you mean by 'you made him'," Haoran said again. He looked at Emma with an inquisitive look. "What did you do to him? Did you blackmail him?"
Emma shook her head. "I didn't blackmail anyone."
"Plus, even if he did give you his access code and password, how can you be sure that he won't report you and change those codes later?" Haoran asked again.
