Fan Shaoming looked at her intently, signaling her to continue.
Su Xiaoyue's face turned a shade greener.
All her prepared speeches were impossible to deliver in front of this man. Even if spoken, they would be a waste of breath. His mind didn't seem to be on the issue of education but rather on the red brocade box he held in his hand.
He fiddled with the brocade box over and over, which was so irritating to Su Xiaoyue that she really wanted to snatch the red box and throw it away.
Seeing she was no longer giving her speech, Fan Shaoming asked her, "Are you done?"
Su Xiaoyue looked at him without speaking.
Fan Shaoming stopped spinning in his chair, stood up, moved from behind the desk, and walked over to Su Xiaoyue. Just as she turned to look at him, he pulled her up.
