Back in the room, Fu Yihan went to take a shower.
Su Qingnuan sat on the sofa, and before long, someone came to knock on the door.
The door opened, and a group of people walked in carrying documents.
Soon, the table was piled high like a small mountain.
Su Qingnuan wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and closed the door.
Fu Yihan came out of the bathroom and saw Su Qingnuan curiously surveying the area around the table.
"Are you out of things to do?"
Su Qingnuan turned around and saw Fu Yihan walking out in pajamas. She quickly stood up straight.
"Mr. Fu, tomorrow is the weekend, you can rest."
"Weekend?" Fu Yihan paused, pushed his wheelchair to the other side of the table, "Do whatever you want, just don't bother me here."
"Okay."
There was a spherical lamp on the small desk in his room. At the moment, Fu Yihan had only turned on that lamp.
From the living room, it emitted a warm yellow glow.
Su Qingnuan tidied up briefly and then went to bed to rest.
