"You said it before, I know." Just as Wen Shuqiao was about to put the last orange in her mouth, Can Can leaned over and opened her mouth wide: "I want some too."

Wen Shuqiao casually stuffed the last segment into his mouth, and Cancan lay down again, satisfied with the orange in his mouth.

Uncle won't give Bao oranges, but Bao will find his own way to get oranges!

Shen Jiazhou pursed his lips. Wen Shuqiao had already finished talking with Xie Jingbei. Turning her head, she saw Shen Jiazhou looking hesitant.

"What's wrong?" Wen Shuqiao put her phone aside. "What do you want to say?"

"I just wanted to ask..." Shen Jiazhou's fingers were all clasped together, and he began to mumble again, "I saw you chatting quite happily with Teacher Xie. Is this your type?"

Wen Shuqiao looked bewildered and couldn't help but move closer: "What are you muttering about?"

Shen Jiazhou quickly repeated it again.

Wen Shuqiao asked in confusion, "Why are you being so awkward?"

Shen Jiazhou took a deep breath: "I'm just asking you, what are you having for dinner tonight?"

Wen Shuqiao crossed her arms: "President Shen, I've noticed that you're quite obvious when you feel guilty."

Shen Jiazhou lowered his head, his fingers fiddling with the edge of his sweater: "Why would I feel guilty?"

“Teacher Xie and I are friends, how can you bring up our preferred type?” Wen Shuqiao said as she reached for another orange.

Upon hearing this, Shen Jiazhou snapped out of his daze and said, "You heard that?"

Wen Shuqiao glanced at him: "I just don't understand why you're suddenly being so hesitant."

Shen Jiazhou's eyes darted around: "It's just that I was thinking that there are some questions I'm a little embarrassed about."

Wen Shuqiao lowered her head and peeled the orange without saying a word.

Shen Jiazhou couldn't hold back any longer. He glanced at Can Can first, then straightened up, his arm slightly touching Wen Shuqiao's arm, and his voice became much softer: "So... do you have a type you like?"