Wen Yanyu stiffened and turned his head little by little.
Fu Hanchuan leaned against the doorway, one arm still braced against the door. He was still wearing his work suit as he calmly met Wen Yanyu's gaze.
The instant their eyes met, there was clearly no emotion in the man's eyes, yet being looked at like that left him inexplicably uneasy.
Unable to spare any attention for his livestream viewers, Wen Yanyu climbed out of his chair and asked, "Why are you back so early?"
Fu Hanchuan glanced at the phone still standing on the desk, his peripheral vision discreetly sweeping over several corners of the room. "I got off work," he said flatly.
"Oh, okay."
This early...?
Wen Yanyu rubbed his head without asking anything else and pattered after him into the living room.
He obediently took a whole pile of medicine, then quietly sat to one side.
After putting away the medicine bowl, Fu Hanchuan found him still sitting there, gazing at him expectantly.
Fu Hanchuan raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of amusement flitting through his eyes. "Aren't you going back in to stream?"
Only then did Wen Yanyu come to his senses. He stood up and gave him a troubled look.
Fu Hanchuan casually took off his jacket and said offhandedly, "Go ahead with your stream. I won't appear on camera."
Then he turned his head aside and added stiffly, "Why would I go looking for something to annoy myself with just because I have nothing to do?"
Hearing that, Wen Yanyu relaxed.
"Don't worry, don't worry! I won't mention you! I definitely won't expose you!" Wen Yanyu assured him earnestly before hurrying back into the study.
Expose me?
Fu Hanchuan frowned.
Was he really that unfit to be seen?
A subtle displeasure rose in his