His impatient gaze fell on Su Qingnuan, and he frowned, saying, "Are you coming or not?"
Su Qingnuan snapped back to reality and hurriedly pushed Fu Yihan forward.
Old Master Fu stomped his feet angrily behind them but could do nothing.
In the elevator, Su Qingnuan glanced at Old Master Fu in the distance.
He frowned deeply, his expression unpleasant.
"Actually... after all, it's Grandpa's words..."
Halfway through her sentence, Su Qingnuan suddenly shut her mouth and turned her head to the side.
Fu Yihan's already cold gaze had now gained an icy sharpness that sent a shiver down her spine.
Su Qingnuan turned her face away, avoiding his gaze.
The elevator stopped, and Fu Yihan wheeled himself out.
Seeing this, Su Qingnuan hurried after him, reaching out to grab the wheelchair handle.
"Don't touch!"
The icy tone froze Su Qingnuan's hand mid-air.
"Find somewhere to stay, and don't show up in front of me."
With that, Fu Yihan wheeled himself back into his room.
