"Alright."
Without hesitation, she opened the car door and got inside. Su Qingnuan felt that A Qi was quite right.
By the time she returned to the Fu family house, it was already 9 PM.
The dining hour had long passed, so the living room was very quiet.
Grandpa Fu sat on the sofa, staring sternly at the television.
The TV was broadcasting the news, the righteous voice filling the entire living room.
"Grandpa," Su Qingnuan greeted with a light smile.
Grandpa Fu turned his head, seeing Su Qingnuan standing there obediently with her backpack, and smiled.
"You're back. There's soup left for you in the kitchen, go and have some."
Soup was left?
To her surprise, the old man was such a considerate person. Su Qingnuan smiled and nodded, then turned to walk towards the kitchen.
The kitchen lights were still on, and the cooks and uncles were sitting together chatting.
Upon hearing footsteps, everyone turned their heads to look.
