Su Wanxin didn't want to miss this great opportunity, so she worked extremely carefully and focused.
Fu Shihan stood behind her, watching intently.
Perhaps it was because these past three years had been too tough, that now just watching her like this made him feel incredibly comfortable.
Fu Shihan chuckled at himself wryly, sighed helplessly, walked over to ruffle her hair, and left the study to stop distracting her.
Mu Suyu went downstairs for a drink and encountered Fu Shihan on the stairs, thought for a moment, and asked, "Do you know about the urn?"
"Uh-huh."
"Show me the item."
Fu Shihan frowned slightly, worriedly asking, "Would it cause her any substantive harm?"
"We need to see what's actually inside the urn to be sure, but I think it should be fine. At most, it'll just make Wanwan unlucky for a bit. We can draw a talisman to block it later."
After hearing her, Fu Shihan reluctantly agreed.
