"Young Master, Miss Su is here."
A Feng was sure that his young master would be overjoyed to know Su Qing had come, so he led her directly to the study.
An Zhihan was in the study, quietly reading. When he heard A Feng's words, he didn't even notice the corners of his own mouth turning up in a slight smile.
"Quickly, show her in."
Su Qing heard that voice from the study—a voice that belonged only to An Zhihan, gentle with a hint of crisp clarity.
"I'm not disturbing you, am I?" Su Qing asked quickly when she saw An Zhihan reading in his study.
"Not at all. Please, sit." An Zhihan quickly instructed A Feng, "Go bring some tea and snacks."
"Yes, sir." A Feng had already noticed the faint, almost imperceptible smile on his young master's lips and was inwardly ecstatic. Hearing An Zhihan's order, he answered in a hurry and rushed to the kitchen.
"I heard Uncle Fang came looking for me a few days ago."
"I heard you went to Beijing."
