Fu Qiyuan pulled out his phone and when he saw the caller ID, his dark pupils imperceptibly sank a shade deeper.
"What's wrong?"
Su Ran acutely sensed something and asked, a bit worriedly.
Fu Qiyuan's profound eyes faintly hardened, and he looked up, the color in his black pupils instantly concealed without a trace.
The gloom between his eyebrows had vanished, replaced by the warmth that Su Ran was accustomed to.
"It's nothing, let's go inside!"
Su Ran gave him a couple of glances before nodding her head.
"Okay."
The phone continued to vibrate, but Fu Qiyuan never answered it, leading Su Ran into the house.
The two changed shoes at the entrance hall, and Fu Qiyuan took off his suit jacket, draping it over the crook of one arm.
After Su Ran had changed her shoes, he took her hand again and they walked into the living room.
The manor was extremely quiet at night, every sound sharply perceived.
