"Who are you bringing? Su Yue?" Fu Shiyan knew An Yan and Su Yue were close, so she was the first person he thought of.
An Yan looked up, "It's Bi Chong, grandfather's own grandson, my little brother."
"Of course you can." Fu Shiyan turned off the hairdryer.
An Yan held his hand, "I forgot to tell you, he came last night to deliver the fresh flower cake grandma made. I also made him a bowl of Yangchun noodles. Since it was a bit late, I didn't mention it to you."
Last night?
So the man Han Yang saw was Bi Chong?
So he was angry all night and only wanted to cling to her in the morning because of a misunderstanding?
Fu Shiyan laughed to himself.
"What's so funny? Tell me, let me have a laugh too."
Fu Shiyan pinched her smooth little cheek, a playful smile hanging on his face, "I just thought about how easy you were to tease just now, and it made me want to laugh."
An Yan pulled away his hand and huffed as she walked into the walk-in closet; Fu Shiyan followed closely behind.
