Su Meng pulled out a brown notebook from her desk drawer and opened it. “I had a few questions that we haven’t talked about earlier. So I’m going to corroborate my answers with yours so that nobody notices any inconsistencies.”
Su Meng could hear that there was no other sound besides the sound of pages turning and the striking of the keys on a keyboard, so she gently reminded him, “Aren’t you going to write these down so that you can familiarize yourself when you have time?”
But Shen Yu’an replied her with, “I have a photographic memory.”
These five words made Su Meng look at the notebook and pen on her desk and made her feel like an idiot.
She was a little frustrated as she picked up her pen. “Then you can start.”