Shen Fu placed the three notes from last night to one side and weighted them down with a pen.
"What are you doing?"
"An unknown personality wakes up at night, and this is how we communicate with them," Shen Fu said, shaking the notes.
Nan had been offline for too long and there were too many things she didn't know. Shen Fu held her and slowly recalled the events of the past dozen days, even recounting the affairs of Su Yuqing and her husband.
"Shen Fu, you say what you want, but what are your hands doing?"
"When a man talks, he always needs something to hold in his hands; this is called focusing on the main point~"
"Asking for a slap, aren't you? Believe it or not, I'll dismantle your arm!" Nan gritted her teeth.
"Go ahead, once you've dismantled my arm, I will go to the toilet, and by that time..." Shen Fu lowered his voice, whispering in her ear, "you will still help me hold it~"
