With Aqi's help, Su Qingnuan assisted Fu Yihan into the car.
His cold, rigid face softened quite a bit once he was back in the vehicle.
From this, Su Qingnuan fully understood—Fu Yihan could tolerate these street snacks, but he couldn't stand crowds, and above all, hated being touched by random people.
By gathering this crucial information, Su Qingnuan figured she could better care for Mr. Fu in the future.
When they arrived home, to her surprise, the house was completely empty.
Puzzled, Su Qingnuan looked around. "Grandpa's not home today either?"
The old man rarely went out and was usually home. Why would he be gone?
"Don't know," Fu Yihan replied indifferently. "Let's go back."
"Alright."
Back in their room, Su Qingnuan naturally took the clothes Fu Yihan handed her and softly asked, "Mr. Fu, do you want to take a bath now?"
Fu Yihan nodded, his eyelids twitching slightly as he gave Su Qingnuan a meaningful look.
