The car slowly headed towards the Fu Mansion, and Fu Shihan sensed something was off, frowning, "Where are we going?"
"Back to the mansion, didn't the old man ask you to come back?"
"I'm not dead yet, are we going there for my funeral?"
Lin Rui: "..."
Lin Rui swallowed his saliva, not daring to utter a word.
Fu Shihan instructed him to detour back to their usual residence, and Lin Rui hastily complied, definitely not wanting to be his punching bag.
Fu Shihan had hit his head last night, and while it wasn't very serious, it wasn't nothing either.
His head was still a bit painful, coupled with the unhappiness stirred by Su Wanxin, so he didn't go to the office today. He went home, took a bath, and lying comfortably in bed, caught up on some sleep.
Finally, the long day was over. At seven o'clock in the evening, Fu Shihan was sitting in the living room, listening to the sounds outside. When he heard a car slowly stopping, his gaze sank, and he walked over to the window to look.
