Earlier that evening, Zheng Qing had already had a feeling.
Something was off about Su Shijun today.
Not only had she linked arms with him and wandered around in full view of everyone, she had even fed him grapes! If they had been an ordinary couple, that sort of behavior would have been understandable. But she was Su Shijun, Beauty Su, who spent most of her time with him separated by an office desk! Her lack of personal boundaries had once made Zheng Qing suspect that Su Ya had secretly drunk Polyjuice Potion and impersonated the mistress of Qingqiu Mansion to attend the banquet.
Now, seeing the title of the book lying face-down on the desk, the young wizard's eyelid twitched. He felt as though he had vaguely grasped a blurry clue.
Zheng Qing did not know Yin Zhenya.
There was no major Yin family among the werewolves, either. She was probably from some small family among the Mongolian werewolves. But the large title on the book's spine was impossible for Zheng Qing to miss unless he was blind.
Senior Emotion Expert, and Love Master!
Anyone with normal intelligence could understand what those two terms meant. But anyone with normal intelligence would never associate those two terms with Beauty Su—Zheng Qing simply could not imagine why the young senior councilor was reading this book.
He pulled out a brand-new pair of Silkworm Skin Gloves from his Gray Cloth Bag, put them on, then carefully turned the book over. Su Shijun had clearly read it very seriously. There were many traces of notes throughout the book: thick lines, thin lines, red lines, black lines, wavy lines, and so on. There were even a few occasional remarks written in Fox script.
Zheng Qing could not read Fox script.
But he could still