Su Xiaoyue's step halted, and her face immediately flushed red.
Fan Shaoming followed her.
Seated on the wooden sofa, Su Xiaoyue faced Fan Shaoming, who stood before her imperiously, looking down at her. He found that he quite enjoyed this sense of superiority, looking down on others.
"Su Xiaoyue, you still haven't answered my question from earlier."
"What question?" Su Xiaoyue looked up at him.
Fan Shaoming frowned, "Are you and Bai Feng lovers?"
"Would Mr. Fan like a glass of water?"
Su Xiaoyue ignored the question and stood up. Her 160-centimeter stature appeared rather short in front of Fan Shaoming, who naturally had a height advantage over her.
She gazed steadily at Fan Shaoming, her eyes calm and emotionless, her lips parted gently, and she asked amicably, "What is it to Mr. Fan whether Bai Feng and I are lovers or not?"
Fan Shaoming's already furrowed brows deepened.
"You are my son's teacher!"
Su Xiaoyue grimaced. What kind of lousy excuse was that?
