'This person must be familiar with Han Xu—and even with everyone and everything around him.'
Thinking about it, Shen Huoshui suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
Her heart sank. Her deep gaze casually swept over the house.
It was large and luxurious.
Judging by the house alone, Han Xu's family could definitely be called wealthy.
'Could this person be after his family's money?'
A moment later, "Han Xu" came out of a room holding a stack of notebooks. He sat down right next to her and spread them out for her to see.
"Here, today's homework."
"Is it all done?" she asked, feigning casualness as she reached out to flip through them.
The densely packed handwriting inside looked awkward, as if it were a deliberate imitation, lacking the smooth, natural flow of Han Xu's writing.
She casually flipped through a couple of pages, then suddenly smiled. "Can I take these back to look at? I'll give them back to you at school tomorrow."
