But behind those timid eyes, there was a hint of unexplainable determination.
Fu Yihan frowned, staring at her.
Su Qingnuan felt her scalp tingling under his icy gaze, almost ready to surrender.
However, her strong willpower reminded her that she was now Su Yuerou, she was confident.
Forcing herself to straighten her back, Su Qingnuan continued, "If you don't change your clothes and go downstairs, people will gossip, and by then, our marriage will become a laughingstock."
Fu Yihan squinted, looking her up and down.
Su Qingnuan stood tall, fear evident in her eyes, yet she still looked at him resolutely.
How interesting...
Fu Yihan wheeled forward and stopped in front of Su Qingnuan.
Su Qingnuan paused, resisting the urge to take a step back.
Although she was technically in a higher position, she completely lacked any sense of superiority.
This man, sitting in a wheelchair, possessed an imposing presence that overshadowed Su Qingnuan.
