Fu Yihan...
Su Qingnuan lowered her head, her smile tinged with bitterness. "I can't really blame Mr. Fu. He was already angry. How could he possibly come to the hospital to see me?"
"Angry?" Lianyi froze for a moment, then looked at Su Qingnuan curiously. "That can't be right! When the Eldest Young Master saw you pass out, he was so tense. How could he be angry at you?"
She had always known her cousin to be cold, both in demeanor and heart. Seeing him flustered was a rare phenomenon—she'd been waiting to enjoy the spectacle.
"It's just…" Su Qingnuan pointed to her own cheek.
Her overly pale complexion made the marks on her face stand out even more prominently.
"Huh? I didn't even notice that." Lianyi stared at her cheek in shock. "Don't tell me the Eldest Young Master did that?"
"No." Su Qingnuan chuckled lightly. "Mr. Fu might be cold and distant, but he wouldn't go as far as physically hitting someone."
