"Swish, swish—"

Xu Qingzhou turned a page of his book nonchalantly, as if everything happening around him had nothing to do with him.

Cangyue Xinyin glanced at him from the corner of her eye, then withdrew her gaze, her eyes darkening as she lowered her voice and said, "Clean it up a bit, don't disturb Mister."

A simple sentence, yet not so simple. At least, that's how Xu Qingzhou saw it.