Fu Shihan sat at his desk, his expression cold as he watched the screen of the computer, occasionally looking down at the documents on the table and jotting something down with a pen.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure at the door.
When he turned his head, he saw Su Wanxin leaning against the door frame, holding a small bowl of washed cherries, eating and watching him, uncertain of when she had started.
She met Fu Shihan's gaze across the space, startled for a moment, and with a touch of embarrassment, thought about turning away. Unexpectedly, she saw Fu Shihan tilt his head, signalling her to come over.
Su Wanxin frowned and shook her head, but Fu Shihan turned the computer screen towards her. The image on this side was blocked, only allowing them to see the other party, while the other party couldn't see them.
