Besides the officials and craftsmen he works with, Fu Tinghan doesn't like having people around, especially when he's working at his desk.
So he usually wouldn't have Fu An serve him in the evening, and if Wei Jie hadn't visited unexpectedly last night, Fu An would have gone to bed.
This was the first time in three years that Fu An stayed up outside the room, so when he woke up, he was a bit dazed and didn't know what was going on.
He got up with a bewildered look, leaned against the door panel for a moment before remembering why he was sleeping outside, and as the morning sun shone on him, he was jolted awake and quickly got up.
As a result, his neck, which had been bent all night, suddenly made a cracking sound and became immobile.
Fu Tinghan drank the water in his tea bowl and was about to pour some more when he discovered it was gone. Just then, he heard a cracking sound and couldn't help but look down at the teapot.
