The man at the desk froze slightly and suddenly looked up.
In that instant, his complex expression came into view, filled with emotions that Su Qingnuan couldn't decipher, roiling like an ocean storm.
Su Qingnuan paused briefly, then pushed the food container in front of her forward.
"Your leg injury flared up last night. You must not have been eating well lately, so I made you…"
"Enough!"
Fu Yihan snapped coldly, "Go back! Who told you to come here?!"
"I… I just…"
"I don't want to hear your explanation!" Fu Yihan glared at her icily. "Leave, now."
A breeze drifted through the office, brushing against Su Qingnuan's hair, chilling her to the bone.
"...Alright." She lowered her head and turned away silently.
After taking two steps, Su Qingnuan stopped again.
"That soup… it's good for you. Don't take it out on your own body."
With that, she lifted her foot and left, resolute and unyielding.
