Su Ran gazed at the man's tall and straight silhouette, lost in thought for a moment.
Why did she feel that Fu Qiyuan's state of mind today seemed somewhat off?
Su Ran held her things and went straight to the kitchen.
"You sit down for a while, I'll go cook."
"Hmm."
The man responded indifferently, lazily sitting on the sofa, his fingers with distinct knuckles pulling off his tie, undoing the top two buttons of his shirt.
His manner was aristocratic and casually dismissive, appearing somewhat unconcerned.
Su Ran couldn't help but take another glance at him, her suspicions growing stronger.
An hour and a half later, dinner was served.
Su Ran sat opposite the man, watching him eat his food calmly and methodically, the feeling of doubt growing inside her.
Why was it so quiet today?
It was a quietness that felt unusual.
"Fu Qiyuan."
At the sound of her voice, Fu Qiyuan looked up at her unhurriedly.
"What's the matter?"
