Mrs. Fu's voice penetrated the door into the room, "Aqing, it's me, come downstairs for dinner."
Su Qing glanced toward the door, scorn flashing across her eyes.
She stuffed her cellphone under the pillow and lay on her side facing inward, pretending to sleep.
Mrs. Fu knocked on the door a few times and waited a moment without hearing a response.
Then she tried turning the doorknob.
After Fu Minghan went downstairs, Su Qing hadn't locked the door again.
With her twist, the door opened.
Mrs. Fu stood at the doorway, seeing Su Qing with her back to her, seemingly asleep.
The blanket at her feet.
She walked up to the bed, pulled the blanket over her, stood by the bed for a moment, then turned and left the room.
Su Qing listened to Mrs. Fu's footsteps fade away.
Only then did she open her eyes and retrieved her phone from under her pillow.
Just as she picked up the phone, Qin Shumei's call came through.