Fu Ya said nothing, but her eyes were utterly bereft of warmth. For a moment, when Fu Cheng made eye contact with her, it felt as though the room had turned into a cold ice cellar.
Fu Cheng was startled by this notion. However, the cold sensation quickly passed.
Fu Ya Had already lowered her eyes. She removed her earphones and tossed them onto the coffee table as well. "Tell me. What do you want to say?"
Her cousin typically never spoke to her. When he did, it was either mockery or because he needed something from her. All these years, she had come to know him very well.
Fu Cheng was accustomed to his cousin's acrimonious tone. He suppressed his anger and said deeply, "Are you going to take the apothecary test this year?"
Fu Ya squeezed her hands slightly. A disdainful smile appeared on her face before disappearing swiftly. She had an inkling why Fu Cheng was here. "Nope. I'm not going to take it."
She answered in a decisive tone.
