After Fu Chenlie's words fell, the study became terrifyingly silent.
Wen Ran stared at his handsome face, unsure whether she didn't know how to respond or was stunned by the question. She stood frozen for a long time without uttering a word.
It was only when he stood in front of her that she belatedly found her voice, "What do you mean by that?"
What do you mean… willing to be entangled by her?
His deep gaze landed on her face, his eyes seemingly conveying many complex messages that were indecipherable. In a low and leisurely voice, he said, "The literal meaning."
Wen Ran dully repeated, "And the literal meaning is… what?"
Her two consecutive questions made him frown.
He retorted with a question instead, "Has Mrs. Fu never been to school? Or can she not understand Chinese?"
In the dim study, the light from above shone on him, making him seem like a deity drenched in golden light, so lofty and unattainable.