Indeed, her habit of meddling in other's business hadn't changed.
When she came downstairs at night, she initially thought Wen Qingyu had already gone to sleep, but when she saw him still sitting on the sofa, Su Zhiruan felt a stir in her heart and walked over to sit next to him.
Seeing her come down, Wen Qingyu's eyebrows and eyes softened immediately.
"It's very late," he said, then seemed to hesitate for a moment before looking at her, "I saw what you wrote."
"So, did you know something from the beginning?" Wen Qingyu saw she looked very tired, so he opened a bottle of fruit tea from beneath the coffee table and handed it to Su Zhiruan, "Is my question a bit presumptuous? If you're tired, you should rest."
"Not presumptuous," Su Zhiruan said.
