Thinking about Cheng Yao's outrageous actions over time, plus the faint pain in her ankle, and the seemingly indifferent expression on the person's face in front of her, Su Wanxin's heart burned with anger.
She cast a sidelong glance at Fu Shihan, pulling a smile that didn't reach her eyes, then leaned back, lying on the bed, and pulled up the quilt intending to rest and sleep.
Fu Shihan watched her actions, his eyes flickering.
He thought she would lose her temper, waiting to hear more, but is this the end? She plans not to say anything?
Fu·a bit cheeky·Shihan·wanting to get scolded by his wife·Shihan stared at Su Wanxin's back for a while, then got up and left the room.
Su Wanxin heard the footsteps and the sound of the door opening, and she turned around confused. After confirming she was truly alone in the room, she took a deep breath, raised her hand to turn off the light, and curled up in the quilt a bit spitefully.
She wanted to sleep but didn't feel sleepy at all.
