Three days had passed in a flash, and Fu Hengyi's vacation was over. That afternoon, he had to leave.
"I'm leaving. You have to take care of yourself at home. When you have nothing to do, go out with your friends more often and don't always stay at home. Eat your meals on time, don't just get by, and make sure to dry your hair after washing it. Don't go to sleep with wet hair; it will cause headaches."
Fu Hengyi kept on nagging, his heart full of various worries.
Shen Qinglan wore an indifferent expression. From the moment she got up in the morning, he had been lecturing her for most of the day, and even the best patience would be worn out by Fu Hengyi's incessant nagging like a curse boring into one's brain.
"Mr. Fu, I'm twenty-one years old, not eleven," Shen Qinglan could no longer bear it and spoke out with a cold laugh.
Fu Hengyi closed his mouth. He indeed had spoken a bit too much today, but it was only because she was always so careless in her daily life.
