Su Qingnuan nodded and smiled faintly, "Ah Qi, you've had a hard day."
"Young madam, no need to be polite. Please, get in the car."
Looking at the man in the back seat sitting steady as a mountain, Su Qingnuan got into the car.
"Mr. Fu." Su Qingnuan called out softly.
Fu Yihan held a magazine in his hands and responded with a low hum.
The car cabin was very quiet. He was reading his magazine, while Su Qingnuan stared at the scenery outside.
"What are you looking at?"
A cold voice sounded in her ear. Su Qingnuan quickly turned her head and met the gaze of the man whose eyes carried a faint smile.
"N-nothing," she stammered.
Feeling awkward, Su Qingnuan withdrew her gaze and stared at her own lap.
A person can look so self-conscious.
Fu Yihan frowned slightly, "There's something I want to..."
"Ring-ring-ring——"
The sudden ringing of a phone interrupted his words.
Fu Yihan's frown deepened.
He answered the phone, his tone icy, "What is it?"
