In the evening, when she came to administer acupuncture to Fu Yanhe, Fu Yanhe didn't say a word to her throughout the process, looking like a mute. His expression was cold and indifferent as he watched her insert needles into his body.
Shen Yanhe gave him medicine, and he took it, when she asked him to soak his feet, he did so.
But he didn't say a word to her.
This was also the first time Shen Yanhe had dealt with a man, and she didn't know how to resolve this situation.
The two of them were like silent gourds, awkwardly coexisting.
San Fang and Wu Fang stood on the side, looking at the two who had barely spoken all evening, and even the usually clueless San Fang felt that the awkward atmosphere was not quite right.
He cautiously nudged Wu Fang with his elbow and asked in a lowered voice, "What's with the young mistress and young master? Why haven't they spoken all night? Are they playing some kind of mute game?"
"The kind where whoever speaks first has to pay a fine?"
