Han Mingyue came over, but he neither closed the door nor made a sound, simply standing at the doorway, staring intently at Zhen Yu. Clearly, he was waiting for Zhen Yu to take the initiative to state her purpose.
Zhen Yu blinked rapidly and licked her lips, thinking that what she needed to say didn't require her to be wary of Han Jiayang, so she just spoke up.
"That, uh... I've written the script for the literary performance myself, and I,"
"I know." Zhen Yu was interrupted by Han Mingyue before she could finish speaking.
A hint of hopeful expectation unknowingly entered his eyes, "You came to find me just to discuss this?"
Unfortunately, Zhen Yu failed to grasp his underlying meaning and naively replied, "Yes! It wasn't convenient to talk at school, so,"
"I know." Han Mingyue interrupted Zhen Yu once again, repeating those same four words he had said earlier.
