She asked, "Thinking about Qin Zhe's matter?"
Fu Huai'an hadn't expected Lin Nuan to guess his thoughts with just one try. He reached out and squeezed Lin Nuan's tender and bouncy little face. "When did Mrs. Fu learn to read my mind? En?"
"Qin Zhe has already been sent onto the plane by you. Did you recall your days in the special forces because of Qin Zhe? Recalled those comrades in the past, hence you couldn't fall asleep?"
Lin Nuan had always believed what Fu Huai'an told her…
Since Fu Huai'an said that Qin Zhe had already left on a plane, Lin Nuan took his word for it and believed that Qin Zhe had left.
Fu Huai'an ran his fingers through Lin Nuan's long hair and tucked it behind her fair and beautiful ears, nodding distractedly.
