Song Fengwan didn't expect him to suddenly turn around. The study instantly became so small and crowded.
It was suffocating.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Fu Chen spoke again.
Song Fengwan's fingers tightened around her clothes, and she was so nervous that she didn't know what to do.
Her mind was already in a mess. She didn't know how to start, but he kept asking, making her even more confused.
But Fu Chen also knew very well what it meant to know when to stop. He moved back a little and distanced himself.
"Tell me, why are you looking for me so early in the morning?" Fu Chen put down his pen.
Song Fengwan adjusted her breathing. "Actually, I was followed after school last night."
"Okay," he replied, his expression neutral.
"Maybe I'm thinking too much, so I have something to discuss with you…" Song Fengwan moved toward him and lowered her voice.
