He took the initiative to move closer to Shen Feiwan and sat down on the chair beside the pavilion, quite near her.
"You're not checking out yet?" Shen Feiwan couldn't help but ask.
"The doctor said I could stay a few more days."
"Are you so rich that you have nowhere else to spend your money?"
"I do have quite a lot of money," Fu Shiyan replied seriously.
Shen Feiwan really felt that she couldn't have a normal conversation with him.
She just waited for Xu Rufeng to come back and push her to her room.
At that moment, Fu Shiyan's phone rang.
Shen Feiwan couldn't wait for him to handle his work immediately.
He used to be such a workaholic; how could he afford to be so idle now?!
Fu Shiyan answered the call, "Zeng Zhen?"
"Quick, check WeChat, I sent you something good," Zeng Zhen panted unevenly.
It was as if he had run a thousand meters, hurried and frantic.
"What is it?" Fu Shiyan frowned.
