Su Wanxin tried hard to recall the details of the car accident, but her headache persisted, fruitless, so she gave up.
She continued to remain silent until the car arrived at her residence.
The two of them went upstairs. Su Wanxin pressed the passcode and pushed open the door. The house was eerily quiet.
It seemed like Mu Suyu wasn't around, who knows where she went. Fu Shihan followed her into the house. Seeing her heading to sit on the sofa, he grabbed her hand and pulled her upstairs into the bedroom.
"Go lie down."
"I've been lying down for half a month already."
"It's different."
Su Wanxin raised an eyebrow, unaware of what was so different. She lay back on the bed and looked at Fu Shihan. After a moment's thought, she said, "Go fetch Yangyang over, I'll soothe him."
"You haven't seen me for half a month either, don't you think of soothing me first?" Fu Shihan slightly frowned, picking a bone.
"A son is a son."
"And I'm not a true husband?"
"..."
