"I just suddenly thought of someone."
That person's hair bore an imperceptible resemblance to Su Qingnuan's strands.
Before, Fu Yihan had thought everything was a coincidence, but now it seemed as if every event had a trail to follow.
Su Qingnuan didn't quite process it; she merely stood silently, gazing at the man before her.
Given the current circumstances, this seemed to be the case.
Looking at Fu Yihan's expression, Su Qingnuan didn't voice any further surprise.
Since Fu Yihan wasn't inclined to explain, Su Qingnuan chose not to probe any more.
Just then, Su Qingnuan's phone suddenly rang—it was an unfamiliar number.
Before Su Qingnuan could pick up the phone, Fu Yihan reached out and took it first.
His eyes fell on the familiar number, and for a moment, his expression froze slightly.
Perhaps Su Qingnuan still didn't know who was calling with this number.
