The room was pitch-dark, and the living room was empty.
Su Qingnuan tiptoed upstairs, carefully pushing the door open without making a sound.
The room inside was also enveloped in darkness. Su Qingnuan let out a sigh of relief and cautiously stepped inside.
"Click—"
A blinding light flickered on, and Su Qingnuan, who was closing the door, froze in place.
"Back early, huh?"
A voice dripping with sarcasm, tinged with anger.
Su Qingnuan gritted her teeth, turned around, and lowered her head. "Mr. Fu, I'm sorry, I came back late."
Seeing her outfit neat and tidy, Fu Yihan's hardened expression softened slightly.
"Come here."
Su Qingnuan walked over, obediently standing beside him.
"Who did you have dinner with today?" Fu Yihan asked.
Su Qingnuan hesitated for a moment, awkwardly twisting her wrist.
Seeing her silent, Fu Yihan tapped the table twice—neither too softly nor too hard.
"Speak!"
His tone was stern, his gaze icy.
