Zhao Hanzhang raised an eyebrow and leaned over slightly, "What did you say?"
Fu Tinghan slightly turned his head to avoid her gaze, "Nothing."
Zhao Hanzhang looked up at him and noticed his ears turning a slight red, she couldn't help but frown, "Professor Fu, is your wound serious? Are you running a fever?"
"No," Fu Tinghan sat back down on the stool and changed the topic, "I haven't corrected my accent yet, so I can't start speaking. What excuse should we use to practice the elegant language together?"
Zhao Hanzhang thought for a moment and said, "I'll handle it. You just need to nod when Fu Zhongshu asks for your opinion."
"Fu Zhongshu?"
"That's your grandfather now," Zhao Hanzhang glanced at the bewildered Fu Tinghan, "You should have some memory. This is the Western Jin. Your grandfather, Fu Zhi, is currently the Secretary of the Secretariat in the Great Jin. Our two families are discussing an arrangement."
Fu Tinghan's expression turned odd, "Me and you?"
