Su Lan, who had intentionally ignored Shen Yanhe, suddenly froze her smile.
However, within a few seconds, she recovered and looked Shen Yanhe over with a smile, a hint of apology on her face, "Look at me, I really didn't see clearly just now."
"I even thought for a moment you were some maid brought in to push Yanhe's wheelchair! I am truly sorry about that."
The expression on Fu Yanhe's face quickly faded.
Shen Yanhe lowered her long, thick eyelashes and gently responded with an elegant smile, "It's okay, your age affects your vision, I understand."
An insinuation that Su Lan was old.
Su Lan's complexion changed, slightly displeased.
Before she could speak, Xia Tingyuan, who had been watching the scene with a stern face, pulled her aside, "Enough, what does it look like, blocking the doorway and talking like this?"
Xia Tingyuan turned to Fu Yanhe, his square face squeezing out a smile, "Yanhe, let's go inside first; the old master has been waiting for you a long time."
