Shi Fang glanced at the laptop, then back at Shen Yanhe, swallowed a gulp of saliva, and tentatively asked, "Madam, do you understand computers?"
Could the madam also be proficient in computers?
That's impossible, right?
Everyone has limited energy, and the madam has learned martial arts and medicine; how could she have any time left to learn about computers?
Shen Yanhe touched her chin and nodded, "A little."
Fu Yanhe's eyebrows twitched slightly as he watched her, saying nothing.
After hesitating for a moment, Shi Fang pushed the laptop on the coffee table towards Shen Yanhe and said, "Then I'll trouble madam to clean up the listening devices in my mobile phone."
"Okay," Shen Yanhe nodded, casually pulled the laptop closer, her elegant brows and eyes showed a hint of nonchalance, and her slender, fair fingers danced across the keyboard.
A few minutes later.
Shen Yanhe pushed the computer forward, "Done."
