Fu Huai'an's hand rested on the car window with the cigarette between his fingers. Experiencing a mild headache, he leaned his head on the car seat and closed his eyes.
Through the corner of her eye, Lin Nuan noticed that he didn't smoke the cigarette after lighting it up. He had a troubled expression as he let the smoke dissipate through his fingers.
The distance from Haicheng Hospital to Fu Huai'an's home was quite far. By the time they arrived and she parked the car, Fu Huai'an was fast asleep.
"Mr. Fu…" she called out.
He didn't budge, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Mr. Fu…" She tried waking him up again.
There was still no response.
Last night, Fu Huai'an rushed over because of Tuan Tuan's injury. He must be tired.
Lin Nuan grabbed the steering wheel, wondering if she should just leave him there and take off.
But if she took off just like that, what would become of the Lin Family's identity documents?
