What Does Miss Su Think Of Me?

In front of the gilded ebony door, Fiennes stood tall and stately.

He was wearing a camel-colored suit with a barbed collar and a plain white shirt underneath. He was meticulously buttoned up with a wind buckle, and his handsome face was looking at Su Wan indifferently.

His face was extremely calm.

To be honest, it was very difficult to wear such a camel-colored suit elegantly, but Fiennes had an extremely noble aura.

He was like an emperor inspecting his territory.

"Miss Su, you're awake? What are you looking for?"

Fiennes' lips curved into a half-smile. Although it was a question, it did not sound like a question at all.

Su Wan suddenly felt awkward. She did not have much strength, so she could only lean against the counter and stand up slowly.

"Young Master Fiennes, long time no see."

As Su Wan spoke, she inconspicuously moved to the side, trying to block the scissors that she had just dropped.