Since that day, Su Qingnuan reminded Fu Yihan daily to change his knee brace. If Fu Yihan was too busy, she would bring the tools herself and head to his office.
Whether it was acupuncture or something else, her movements were always quick and skillful.
Over time, everyone got used to it—someone barging in during a meeting and then slipping out awkwardly.
Half a month passed like this, and the batch of goods Shen Lin'an had ordered was half delivered, with funds gradually coming in.
Initially, Su Qingnuan thought that with things progressing this way, Fu Yihan would finally get some relief. Yet, he only seemed to grow busier.
He had undertaken a lot of work for the company's future development.
Every time Su Qingnuan saw the weariness etched on Fu Yihan's face, she couldn't help but sigh and think—success is never just a matter of luck.
That day, for once, Fu Yihan found some time and, together with Ah Qi, drove Su Qingnuan to work.
