"Let's talk next time." Fu Yihan stepped back a little, his gaze falling on the table. "Give me the documents."
Su Qingnuan hurriedly picked up the documents and handed them over attentively.
After taking the documents, Fu Yihan glanced at Su Qingnuan, who was obediently standing in place. He paused for a moment before saying, "If Qin Chuan says something like that again in the future, you don't need to pay any attention to him."
With that, he turned and entered the room.
Su Qingnuan froze for a moment. Was Fu Yihan comforting her just now?
Although it was just a short sentence, it sounded incredibly pleasant to Su Qingnuan's ears.
Su Qingnuan went back to her room, overjoyed. She took out the draft; she was switching departments tomorrow and needed to prepare thoroughly.
...
"Huff—"
Fu Yixing took a deep breath, lifted the covers, and stood up. He picked up the scattered clothes from the floor and pulled out a cigarette.
