The atmosphere in the car was awkward. Su Qingnuan tried to think of ways to spark a conversation between the two of them, but one person kept ignoring her, while the other focused solely on driving.
Until the car stopped, Fu Yihan hadn't said a single word.
After the car was washed, Aqi pushed Fu Yihan into a styling salon, with Su Qingnuan closely following behind.
"Oh!" A flamboyantly dressed man greeted them. His gaze flitted ambiguously between Fu Yihan and Su Qingnuan, "Isn't this our married Eldest Young Master Fu? How long has it been since you last visited?"
Fu Yihan's expression remained indifferent as he pointed at Su Qingnuan. "There's a banquet tonight. Do her styling."
"Got it!" The man took over the wheelchair and pushed him inside.
Su Qingnuan let out a sigh of relief and was just about to sit down when a group of women surrounded her.
"This way, Madam Fu."
"Huh?" Su Qingnuan looked at them in confusion.
