Previously chatting with Fu Shihan, he had a relaxed, confident attitude about the company's various crises.
But today when she met Fu Ziqian, he was particularly irritable. Why?
Su Wanxin held back from asking, suppressing the urge until she got home.
Fu Shihan had called ahead, so when they arrived home, there was already food on the table.
After washing up and sitting by the table, their hunger and thirst were sated, Su Wanxin took Yangyang upstairs for a bath, accompanied him in reading, and tucked him into bed.
By the time she came out again, it was already past nine nearing ten.
Su Wanxin walked to the staircase and glanced toward the living room downstairs.
The main lights were off, only two floor lamps were lit, with Fu Shihan sitting on the sofa, smoking and chatting with Lin Rui and Jiang Cheng.
