In the hospital room.
Fu Yanhe carefully laid Shen Yanhe down on the bed.
He had just put her down.
Shen Yanhe's thick, curved eyelashes trembled slightly as her moist, cat-like pupils slowly opened, her eyes clear and bright without a hint of grogginess from just waking up.
Fu Yanhe hadn't expected her to wake up. His movements paused for a moment, and he looked down at her, "Did I wake you?"
"No."
She had high alertness and had already woken up when he approached her.
Shen Yanhe rubbed her slightly aching forehead with one hand and propped herself up on the bed with the other, her voice somewhat hoarse, "Why are you here? Isn't the company busy?"
In the past few days, it was said that the Fu Corporation had secured a major international project, which had significantly increased Fu Yanhe's visits to the company.
Since Shen Yanhe saw him busy, she did not disturb him.
She hadn't even told him about the specific time of Shen Huai's surgery.
