For a moment, Su Heyuan thought he had misheard.
"What?" he said instinctively, "I thought you couldn't do it?"
Lu Shinian's lips curled into a cold smile, and his eyes glimmered with a sharp coldness, "Who told you that?"
"Ruan Ruan?"
Su Heyuan paused, then lightly coughed, denying, "No."
He furrowed his brows afterwards, a flash of concern crossing his eyes.
"Is my sister feeling unwell anywhere?"
Lu Shinian stared intently at Su Heyuan, finding his attitude very strange. This excessive concern for Ruan Ruan made him suspect something.
He replied, matter-of-factly, "She is indeed a little unwell."
Su Heyuan quickly stepped forward, placing his hands on the desk, his long eyes hidden behind his lenses faintly flashing with a sinister light.
"Where is she feeling unwell? Headache?"
Lu Shinian responded with a calm "Mm", his voice extraordinarily serene, as though speaking of someone else's business.
"Can't find the cause, you know?"
