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Fu Hanwen didn't return to the martial arts school that day. In the evening, he said he was going to the government office to see Tang Shengqian.
Xiao Ruo, feeling a bit anxious, waited until the beginning of the Hai hour at night for Fu Hanwen to return.
As soon as she saw him enter the room, Xiao Ruo jumped off the bed and ran towards him.
Fu Hanwen, pleasantly surprised, quickly caught her: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
His wife hadn't been this enthusiastic for a long time.
"Waiting for you," Xiao Ruo said with a smile: "Brother Fu, have you eaten? Do you want some late-night snacks?"
Fu Hanwen gave her a suspicious look: "I'm not hungry."
"Even if you're not hungry, have some soup. Mother Sheng made an old duck soup tonight, should I heat it up for you?"
She smiled too ingratiatingly, and the warmth in Fu Hanwen's heart cooled down. He raised an eyebrow: "Is there something you want to say?"
