dinary person can't even get in. Wouldn't the doctor take special care of him"Zhong Yang was just about to say, "Right, Zheng Ge," but as soon as he looked up, he saw Huo Mingzheng pick up the tablet...Fu Yan looked at his name, and then remembered the scene from the night before last in Zui Renjian. She felt a little awkward.

After Fu Hanlin signed his name, he handed the document to Fu Yan. He then casually took another document and opened it, holding a pen in his right hand and making annotations on the problematic areas.

He suddenly raised his eyes, "Is there anything else"

Fu Yan was startled, then came to her senses. "No, I'll go back upstairs then, Mr. Fu."

"Mmm." The man's gaze swept across her face, then withdrew without a trace.

At the moment Fu Yan turned around, she realized she was being too sensitive. Fu Hanlin didn't have any interest in her at all. On Saturday night, he only helped her out of a sense of duty, and what he said to Huo Mingzheng probably wasn't meant seriously.

She overthought it. There was no need to deliberately keep her distance from Mr. Fu in the future, she could just go back to their simple superior-subordinate relationship.

The office door closed again.

The nib paused on the document.

Fu Hanlin looked at the content of the annotations. He had originally written half of his revision opinions, but carelessly wrote "Fu Yan" at the end.

He frowned, gripping the pen and scribbling out the two characters. With a single stroke, the tip pierced through the thin paper in an instant.

The man suddenly clenched his fingers.

Sun's secretary received a call from an anonymous source. The man on the other end spoke in a low voice: "Tell the marketing department to remake the materials and send them over."

When Fu Yan returned to the project department, a colleague at her workstation told her, "Deputy General Manager Fu, your grandfather is looking for you. We took him to your office to wait for you."

Grandpa

Fu Yan was taken aback.

The first thing that came to mind was Old Master Huo.

Immediately, she refuted this guess. Old Master Huo had never acknowledged her as a member of the Huo family and would never claim to be her grandfather in public.

She kept a neutral expression on her face, nodded slightly, and headed straight for the office.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw a slender and somewhat hunched figure standing by the window, observing the calamus plant she had nurtured. It was unlike any ordinary old man; this figure possessed an indescribable bearing.

The >>> is the resonance and tenacity that have weathered the years, transforming into a tranquil peacefulness on him.

The old man slowly turned around, a kind smile on his face. “Girl, you’re back”

Her eyes lit up, she slammed the door shut and rushed towards him, "Grandpa Fu!"

It's no wonder the company employees don't recognize Mr. Fu, nor do they know he is Grandpa of Fu Hanlin. Mr. Fu has always been low-key and has never appeared in the media.

"Let me see." Old Master Fu looked her up and down several times, as if confirming something, before finally letting out a sigh of relief. "You're unharmed."

Fu Yan was startled. "You knew"

She helped Mr. Fu sit down on her office chair and put a hand warmer she used into his hand. Nánchéng estimated that it was about to snow, the weather had become very cold.

Master Fu handed her his cane, she picked it up and leaned it against the desk edge, listening to the old man recount. “I went to have morning tea, and someone came up to me crying and begging me to plead with the Huo family. After I inquired, I learned that it was the Chen family’s daughter-in-law. Her son had stabbed a boy from the Huo family. As soon as I heard this, I knew something was fishy. Sure enough, after having someone investigate carefully, it turned out her son wanted to hurt you. I was so angry at the time that I chased him away.”

What he didn't say was that he had put out the word: whoever dared to intercede for Chen Shu would be crossing the Fu family!

Fu Yan gave him a cup of tea and said, "Grandpa Fu, don't get angry with them. It's not worth it."

Master Fu let out a cold snort: "It's not worth it. I didn't even have my morning tea, but I'm already full of anger."

Seeing him like a little kid, she couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm hungry, lass, will you join me for lunch" Old Master Fu placed his teacup down and picked up his cane.

Seeing the time, Fu Yan knew it was almost quitting time. Without hesitation, she replied, "Okay."

As he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and said, "Oh, by the way, I also invited Hanlin. You don't mind, do you"ghtly bluish eyelids.Fu Yan guessed that her face must have been very unsightly, but she was too embarrassed to admit it. She was afraid that he would notice that she had already sensed his feelings,...