Things were just like that, and the more Su Qingnuan thought about it, the more she realized that Fu Yihan must be hiding something.
He just hadn't told her yet.
"I just wonder—when did you start behaving so obediently?"
Su Qingnuan froze for a moment, then stood up abruptly, refusing to let Fu Yihan continue stroking her hair.
This man—could it be that he still didn't understand? She had already begun to change her perspective long before this.
Back then, however, Su Qingnuan could never have imagined the differences between Fu Yihan and Fu Yixing that she saw today.
But looking at the man before her now, Su Qingnuan simply smiled, her expression brighter and gentler than ever.
Instead of arguing further, she directly pushed Fu Yihan's wheelchair out of the villa.
Watching him get into the car, Su Qingnuan finally breathed a soft sigh of relief.
When she returned to the villa again, the housekeeper was in the living room, wiping the tables and chairs.
