"Angry?" Fu Yihan let out a cold laugh. "Why would I be angry?"
Though his words said so, the chill in his eyes deepened.
Su Qingnuan had spent so many years in the Su family, relying on reading her mother's expressions to navigate situations—how could she not see through him now?
How did I coax him back the last time he got upset?
Frowning in thought for a moment, Su Qingnuan's eyes lit up. She turned to Fu Yihan and said, "Mr. Fu, do you want some soup?"
Fu Yihan cast her a sidelong glance, wordless.
Seeing his silence, Su Qingnuan pressed on: "I just learned a new recipe with Auntie—made from bone broth. They say it's good for your bones."
"Hmph!" Fu Yihan's tone remained icy. "Good for the bones? All nonsense passed around by fools like you who believe such myths."
His words were cutting, but his demeanor had noticeably softened.
