"Mr. Fu," Su Qinnuan stood up, her smile sincere as she looked at Fu Yihan.
Fu Yihan responded with a faint "Hmm," not saying more, his gaze falling on Su Qinnuan’s workstation.
Following his line of sight, Su Qinnuan quickly stood up and smiled lightly, "Mr. Fu, would you like to take a look?"
"No need." Fu Yihan withdrew his gaze, casually asking, "Any difficulties with work?"
"No... not for now." Su Qinnuan felt as though she was being interrogated, unsure where to put her hands and feet.
Noting her nervous deanor, Fu Yihan withdrew his gaze, "Take a seat."
"Alright."
Su Qinnuan sat down, her mind going completely blank. She even forgot what she had been about to do.
"What’s wrong?" Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly, "What, you’ve got nothing to do?"
"...No."
Hastily grabbing a docunt, the text locking her gaze was sothing she’d already reviewed.
But in this mont, she felt too awkward to get another one, so she stiffened her posture and began seriously reviewing the file.
She quietly focused on the docunt, while the nearby Fu Yihan remained motionless.
Stealthily, she turned her head and saw Fu Yihan holding his phone, his brows furrowed, engrossed in sothing.
"What are you looking at?"
Su Qinnuan froze montarily, puzzled at him catching her gaze.
Despite not raising his head, how did he know she was observing him?
"If you want to look, do it openly. What’s the point of sneaking?" Fu Yihan finally lifted his head, his eyes teasing as he looked at her.
"..." She turned her face away and whispered, "I wasn’t looking..."
"What weren’t you looking at?" Fu Yihan grinned. "Afraid to admit it?"
"..."
His uncharacteristic humor caught Su Qinnuan off guard, making her lower her head hurriedly, "I just felt like Mr. Fu seems to be in a good mood today?"
"Quite good," Fu Yihan nodded, his gaze carrying a subtle smile, "But whether I’ll stay in a good mood after seeing what you ntioned, that’s debatable."
"..."
Recalling what she’d seen last night, Su Qinnuan fell silent.
It was unquestionably frightening. Whether Fu Yihan could maintain his good spirit after experiencing it—that was uncertain.
Before anything happened, boasting was undoubtedly unwise.
With that thought, Su Qinnuan dared not utter another word.
The office fell into sudden silence. Su Qinnuan bowed her head to avoid looking at Fu Yihan, unaware that his gaze was fixed on her all along.
His deep black eyes held no discernible emotion as they quietly observed Su Qinnuan.
Ti slipped by, minute after minute, as the sky outside gradually darkened. Su Qinnuan raised her eyes, casting her gaze toward the hallway.
The exit from their office led straight to the hallway—the exact spot where Su Qinnuan had seen that ominous black shadow last night.
"Woooo... Woooo..."
The sudden sound of sobbing startled Su Qinnuan into standing.
"It’s here..." Su Qinnuan, on guard, stared in that direction and whispered, "That’s the sound."
"..."
Fu Yihan remained unruffled, turning to look at A-Qi.
A-Qi nodded and started pushing Fu Yihan toward the hallway.
Seeing the two head toward that direction, Su Qinnuan hurriedly followed.
The pitch-black hallway was dimly lit by flickering lights—the only source of illumination left.
"Clatter—Clatter—"
The rolling sound of the wheelchair echoed faintly, breaking the hallway’s silence.
"Haha—"
A silvery laugh erged from the darkness up ahead.
The footsteps faltered slightly, as A-Qi proceeded forward.
"Eldest Young Master, let check it out first."
Fu Yihan nodded, "Go ahead."
A-Qi jogged toward the source of the sound, vanishing around the corner.
The sound of A-Qi’s footsteps reverberated through the hallway, but Su Qinnuan felt no sense of security. She hurriedly pushed Fu Yihan to follow.
Suddenly, A-Qi’s footsteps stopped, followed by a loud shout.
"Hey! What are you up to?"
Pausing briefly, Su Qinnuan sped up her pace to catch up.
When they arrived, they found A-Qi entangled with a small figure.
It wouldn’t be accurate to call it a scuffle; it was more akin to A-Qi being single-handedly thrashed.
He was clutching a six- or seven-year-old child, who was squirming restlessly, attempting to escape A-Qi’s grasp.
Yet A-Qi held firm, offering no chance for escape.
"Where did this child co from?" Su Qinnuan asked doubtfully.
A-Qi shook his head and released the child.
The child wore a puffed-out dress and had two playful braids, looking lively and spirited.
Upon seeing Su Qinnuan and Fu Yihan, the little girl suddenly grabbed A-Qi’s neck, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Uncle, there are bad people here."
Su Qinnuan: "..."
They had just arrived, yet sohow they’d been labeled as "bad people"?
Seeing the little girl’s blatant fib, Su Qinnuan chuckled, "Young lady, we haven’t done anything yet. How are we already bad people?"
The little girl glanced at her, then turned her head away and buried herself in A-Qi’s shoulder, refusing to look at Su Qinnuan.
Su Qinnuan frowned slightly, wanting to say more, but her hand was pulled.
Confused, she lowered her gaze and t Fu Yihan’s eyes, causing her to freeze montarily.
"Young lady, how did you end up here?" Fu Yihan asked with a smile.
The little girl remained silent, clutching A-Qi’s neck, motionless.
From her dependent deanor, she seed like an entirely different person from when they’d seen her struggling against A-Qi monts earlier.
"What’s going on here?" Su Qinnuan asked quietly.
Fu Yihan shook his head, "Not sure. Push closer for a look."
Su Qinnuan pushed Fu Yihan forward, stopping in front of the little girl.
A-Qi nudged the girl’s head so that her face was visible to Su Qinnuan and Fu Yihan.
The girl had fair, delicate features, her look undeniably endearing—but her impatient expression made them frown involuntarily.
"This little girl looks kind of familiar..." Su Qinnuan murmured hesitantly.
Fu Yihan said nothing, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on the girl.
After a long mont, Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly, "Are you from the Xia family?"
The girl froze, her large black eyes widening in shock as she stared at Fu Yihan.
"A-Qi, call Xia Xing."
"Understood."
A-Qi made the call. Shortly after, hurried footsteps echoed through the hallway, and a man in a suit appeared.
"Mr. Fu!" Xia Xing jogged over, wiping the sweat from his forehead as his worried gaze landed on the girl. "My apologies, I didn’t keep an eye on her."
Fu Yihan didn’t respond, simply sizing up Xia Xing before speaking after a while, "You’re still working?"
Xia Xing nodded, "I’ve got a few things left to wrap up. Should be done soon."
"Daddy!" The little girl reached out to Xia Xing, her voice filled with excitent.
Xia Xing picked her up and sighed, "Didn’t I tell you not to wander off?"
"You only said not to go upstairs or downstairs; you never said I couldn’t co here!"
Her reasoning was sound, her logic crystal clear.
Xia Xing rubbed her head helplessly, then turned apologetically to Fu Yihan.
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