Inside the room.
Fu Yanhe, who had been signing documents, paused in his movement and did not respond. First, he finished signing the document in hand, then slowly turned his wheelchair towards the doorway.
As he opened the door, he saw Xia Ran standing at the threshold.
Xia Ran had taken off her qipao and changed into a silk champagne-colored spaghetti strap nightgown. The dress hugged her exquisite figure, making her look particularly sexy.
But in Fu Yanhe's eyes, she might as well have been the same as a skeleton model in a hospital.
He sat inside the door, not moving forward, separated from Xia Ran by an invisible Chu River and Han boundary, his eyes cold as he glanced at her, his expression impatient, "Is there something you needed?"
Xia Ran felt a pang of pain from the impatience in his gaze.
He actually found her so annoying now, even though he had used to indulge her every wish.
