A hefty stack of scrolls filled Su Rong's arms completely.
She carried them over to the soft couch, dropped the scrolls at random, and then slumped onto the couch, picking up a scroll to start reading.
Yan Huisheng glanced at her, his gaze landing on her slouched position on the couch, then shifting to the hefty stack of scrolls. He said nothing, continuing with his own matters.
Qin Luan carefully brewed tea and arranged a fruit platter. She set one serving on Yan Huisheng's jade desk, then placed another beside Su Rong's couch.
Flipping through the scrolls, Su Rong picked up a piece of tangerine and popped it in her mouth. "Thanks!"
Qin Luan paused mid-action. The room was so quiet that making noise felt inappropriate, so she bent her knee and silently withdrew.
Upon closing the door, Su Rong didn't so much as look up, but Yan Huisheng glanced her way, inspecting her again.
