10 PM.
After taking a shower, Fu Ting was dressed in her silk spaghetti strap pajamas as she laid on the sofa and comfortably handled her work.
She was so busy that she didn't even know that the door had been opened until the man dragged his suitcase in and interrupted her thoughts.
Cen Juan rushed home as soon as he got off the plane. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. There was fatigue in his eyes after being busy, but it did not detract from his beauty at all.
Fu Ting looked up at him, then quickly looked away and continued to do her own thing.
Cen Juan had thought that after not seeing him for so long, what awaited him would be a little girl throwing herself into his arms enthusiastically. He did not expect to be completely ignored.
