Fu Chen sorted out Song Fengwan's school enrollment information and went downstairs.
"How's Wanwan?" Qiao Aiyun asked.
"She's already asleep."
"We don't know much about computers and enrollment. Sorry for troubling you to take a look." Qiao Aiyun smiled apologetically. Because Fu Chen had said that he would help with the references, she had let him go upstairs.
Although he was higher in seniority, he wasn't old. He also knew more than them and could guide Song Fengwan.
Besides, Fu Chen's excellence was obvious to everyone. Qiao Aiyun even felt grateful for his help and guidance.
Fu Chen and Yan Wangchuan sat beside each other. After sitting down, he leaned toward Yan Wangchuan. "Mr. Yan, when I'm talking later, you have to lend me a helping hand."
Yan Wangchuan looked vigilant. What does this brat want to do now?
He still wants to rope me in?
