The once lively private room fell silent. Fu Yan leaned against the sofa, her cheeks mostly covered by her hair. Her fair and delicate skin was tinged with rouge.The door to the private room creaked...Aji slowly pushed the wheelchair. It had stopped raining, and the butler hurried forward to take over Aji's work. closed the sliding door. "Go lie on the sofa for a while, I'll call you when it's done."As if afraid of hearing something from her mouth, he immediately turned around and washed a few greens at the v...