บท 194: Old Fu Will Feed You the Tiles You Need!

"Handle this issue yourself. I'm hanging up!" Fu Huai'an looked away and hung up, his brows drawn together tightly. He placed his phone back in his pocket as he put out the cigarette, picking up his box of cigarettes and lighter.

Seeing Fu Huai'an come out from the smoking area, Lin Nuan's heartbeat grew faster uncontrollably, and her breath almost stopped.

They had just ended their conversation unhappily that morning, and with them meeting again, Lin Nuan unavoidably felt awkward about the situation.

Fu Huai'an came out and stood by the door. He didn't look at Lin Nuan, simply telling Tang Zheng with an indifferent look, "Let's go…"

Lin Nuan's fists closed in slightly tighter around the tissues. It was a bundle of slightly wet softness, but she felt as though thin needles were pricking at her palm.

Tang Zheng raised a brow and seeing Fu Huai'an who walked away quickly, caught on that there was something wrong between Fu Huai'an and Lin Nuan.