As the laughter simmered down and the clatter of chopsticks softened, Cheng Han glanced at Yan Shu with a strange hesitation in his eyes. He placed his chopsticks down slowly, as if preparing himself for something grave.
"By the way, Mo Ran…" he began in a lower voice as if testing the waters. "Do you mind if I ask you something... a bit personal?"
The atmosphere shifted. Everyone's focus shifted on Cheng Han. Huan Shi froze mid-bite. Mei Qian leaned in without realizing. Even Ren Zhenting raised an eyebrow, unusually alert.
Yan Shu didn't flinch. Her hand stilled over her bowl, she looked up to meet Cheng Han's eyes with an unreadable calmness.
"Go ahead," she said, her eyes stilled at him.
Cheng Han inhaled deeply. He has never felt so nervous in his life before. He was regretting his mouth for not being able to keep quiet. " I was just curious on how you are related to Senior Su?"
