This dinner party—what was its purpose? Anyone with eyes could see.
Su Qingnuan wasn't a foolish person. By now, she had pieced it together.
Gratefully looking at Fu Yihan, Su Qingnuan proactively picked up a glass of water.
"Let me pour you some water."
With that, she jogged off to the kitchen.
Qin Chuan glanced at the excited figure disappearing into the distance and chuckled, "Yihan, what's gotten into you today?"
"What do you mean?" Fu Yihan replied coolly, "Handling proper business."
"Proper business?" Qin Chuan leaned against the sofa, grinning knowingly. "Gathering those important people just to introduce them to your wife?"
His fingers paused briefly as he flipped through a book, but Fu Yihan's expression remained unchanged. "Any issues with that?"
"Plenty of issues. Care to answer them?"
"Knowing I won't answer and still asking?" Fu Yihan raised his head, his icy gaze landing on Qin Chuan.
But Qin Chuan remained undeterred, his smirk unwavering.
