Fu Shiyan's face momentarily darkened like ink spilled across a page, but as quickly as it appeared, he acted as though he saw nothing and heard nothing.
Fu Jinqiao batted her big eyes. Something seemed off—she felt ignored.
She carried a plate of rose flower cakes into the study, slamming it down on the desk. "Brother-in-law? Your third sister-in-law has brought you fresh flower cakes. Could you at least thank me?"
Fu Shiyan continued to peruse the document, as if he saw nothing.
Fu Jinqiao grew impatient. She waved her hand in front of the man's face. "Brother-in-law? Look at your third sister-in-law!"
Fu Shiyan was unaffected.
Fu Jinqiao gritted her teeth and tossed away the document he was holding, tilting her chin up, "Now can you see me?"
Fu Shiyan lifted his eyelids, leaning back against the leather chair, "I can only see my niece. Something wrong, niece?"
