"Do you need me for something?" He Tingchen's voice was low as he asked.
Fang Anning pursed her lips, steeled her heart, and said with a forced smile, "Yes, I want to go to the United States."
"Hmm, your visa has already been arranged. Whenever you're ready to go, just let Wen Yi know," He Tingchen nodded indifferently.
Fang Anning looked at him in surprise, "Aren't you going to ask me what I'm doing there?"
He Tingchen returned her gaze with a profound depth in his eyes, his expression darkening.
Fang Anning quickly said, "Alright then, such a simple matter, you would have guessed it without asking me."
The man stood up and left, likely going upstairs to take a shower.
Mrs. Chen waited until Fang Anning finished her bowl of soup, then came over to persuade her to drink another bowl.
Fang Anning immediately shook her head to refuse, "No more, what kind of soup is this? It tastes weird."