Only when dawn broke did he drive the pink sports car back to Old Factory Street to pick someone up.
"By the way, Wen Xin."
Fang Cheng gently pressed the accelerator to keep up with the car in front, and glanced at the little girl in the backseat through the rearview mirror:
"Lately, there's been too much going on, and I haven't been able to keep an eye on your studies."
"I intended for you to stay home and study today, but you insisted on coming along. So now, let me test you—have you fallen behind in your studies recently?"
Wen Xin, upon hearing this, immediately straightened her posture, her face full of confidence:
"Brother, go ahead and test me! I've been studying really hard lately, even that fierce math teacher praised me for improving!"
"Alright."
Fang Cheng's lips curled into a mischievous smile, and he casually made up a question:
"Let's start with a simple arithmetic problem then."
