Min Yu was holding his phone and looking at it. When he saw Huo Yao's text message, his hands paused before he replied: [?]
Huo Yao continued: [I can tell you've never written a thesis before.]
Min Yu: […]
Huo Yao: [Sigh! Geniuses have problems too.]
Min Yu's lips twitched Huo Yao before making a video call to her.
Before long, Min Yu could see a young woman lying prone on the desk with a miserable look on her face.
He laughed and asked. "Aren't you a genius? Why do you have problems writing your thesis?"
Huo Yao leaned against her head as she held the phone with one hand. She replied powerlessly. "I hate writing theses. This is no different from killing me."
She had a feeling that Liu Qian was deliberately making her life hard.
Min Yu raised his brow. "I can't help you there. I haven't written one before."
Huo Yao sighed deeply.
