But she couldn't stop worrying about Fu Yihan's health, so Su Qingnuan could only go upstairs first.
When she arrived at the study, she indeed saw that Fu Yihan had fallen asleep leaning on the desk.
Judging by his appearance, Fu Yihan seemed like he hadn't slept in a long time.
Without thinking, Su Qingnuan picked up the thin blanket Fu Yihan had placed on the chair and gently covered him with it.
Just as Su Qingnuan was about to turn and leave, she suddenly heard Fu Yihan mumbling to himself.
When Su Qingnuan listened carefully, she realized that almost everything Fu Yihan said was her name.
Seeing this scene in front of her, a heavy weight in Su Qingnuan's heart suddenly seemed to be lifted.
There was no need for the old man to personally come and explain how serious things were between her and Fu Yihan.
Now, all these problems were much more comforting than Su Qingnuan had imagined.
And far more reassuring than what Su Qingnuan had previously speculated.
