Wu Zhen looked in Fu Jiu's direction again.
Her first reaction was that this youngster was overly fair-skinned for a boy, especially those foxy eyes which had her black iris clearly separated from the whites. She felt as though she had seen those somewhere.
But Wu Zhen was sure she had never met this person.
If she did, she would have remembered.
For he was too outstandingly handsome to be forgotten.
Qin Mo noticed Wu Zhen's eyes and turned over his body, blocking the youngster's face perfectly—a mystery if it was done purposely or not—and spoke sullenly, "Are you done with your homework?"
This question was for Fu Jiu.
Fu Jiu curled her thin lips. "Of course." To a certain extent, she had finished her "homework."
Wu Zhen was surprised to learn that that man would actually care about someone else's homework?
In fact, Wu Zhen was young, too.
She had been best at everything, no matter school work or boyfriends.
