Su Qingnuan's steps involuntarily retreated, her hand loosened as well.
Fu Yihan withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, hiding the gloomy expression.
He pushed his wheelchair into the room, the door closing behind him with a thud.
Su Qingnuan stood frozen in place, the fear in her eyes yet to dissipate.
It was the first time she had seen such a terrifying gaze.
Like a demon crawling out of hell demanding its dues, just one look was enough to make Su Qingnuan retreat in fright.
Staring at the tightly shut door, even Su Qingnuan didn't have the courage to open it.
Standing there for a long while, Su Qingnuan eventually turned and walked into the small study.
Rubbing her sore knees, Su Qingnuan pulled open a drawer.
Inside lay a pair of knee pads in silent repose—crafted by Su Qingnuan days ago, intended as a gesture to make amends with Fu Yihan. Yet she never imagined that the man would loathe her so much.
Was she inconveniencing Fu Yihan somehow?
