That's right, it was already a bit late.
As the woman in uniform provided an answer, Fu Qian naturally glanced to the side.
The metal structure was already a little rusty, and the small alarm clock placed directly on the ground clearly hadn't been set for an 8 o'clock alarm.
Perhaps it had been set earlier, but it hadn't worked either.
"You're late."
During this process, the woman in uniform also glanced over and, a moment later, coldly reminded him.
"Yes, I'm late."
With a gentle demeanor, Fu Qian nodded, still sitting calmly.
"...Aren't you going to leave quickly?"
This unexpected demeanor even made the woman in uniform feel a bit uncomfortable under his gaze.
Instinctively tightening her coat, she couldn't help but avert her gaze, puzzled by Fu Qian's reaction.
"Not urgently, as I just said, I can't remember what I'm supposed to do."
With an unchanged expression, Fu Qian provided an irrefutable reason while lowering his gaze to her exposed knees.
