The sound of high heels stepping on the ground was clear and sweet. As soon as she entered the living room, she saw Fu Yechuan sitting in a wheelchair and wearing light gray home clothes. His complexion was a little sickly pale, but the lines on his face were stern and dignified.

The right leg was wrapped in a bandage, and the whole person looked a little helpless, and the cold and stern aura around him was not so aggressive.

The moment he saw Su Nan coming in, his eyes lit up, and he tightly grasped the sides of the wheelchair with both hands.