The next morning at breakfast, Fu Yihan and Yun Meifeng were still nowhere to be seen, and the old man's face didn't look too good.
"Yurou, come back earlier after school today."
Su Qingnuan paused, looking at the old man. "Grandpa, is there an event today?"
"Hmm, a family meeting."
"...Alright."
After finishing breakfast, Su Qingnuan cautiously approached Fu Yihan.
"Um..."
Fu Yihan turned around, his cold gaze falling on her.
Su Qingnuan wiped the sweat from her forehead, resignedly saying, "Did you hand that video over to the old man?"
"Hmm."
Retracting his indifferent gaze, Fu Yihan frowned. "Go and do whatever you're supposed to be doing."
"...Alright."
When she left the Fu family estate, Su Qingnuan got into the car, her mind in turmoil.
"Young Madam, we've arrived."
Ah Qi's voice came from the front. Su Qingnuan snapped back to her senses—outside the window was the familiar school gate.
"Ah, ah!" Su Qingnuan quickly nodded and got out of the car.
