little yan xiansen didn't know how awkward the atmosphere in the living room was after he said this. he had already obediently sat on the child's chair, set up the spoon and learning chopsticks, and waited for the meal.
"what are you all doing? sit down." old lady yan smiled awkwardly and gestured for everyone to sit down.
qiao wangbei looked at his nephew. this little thing was quite talkative.
before fu chen had died, qiao wangbei had wanted to hack him into a thousand pieces. it was fine to talk about this in private, but it was embarrassing to talk about it openly.
fu zhongli coughed and sat down. did this family really discuss this in private?
in fact, when he was talking about the details of the marriage discussion with the people opposite him, his eyes were also attracted by qiao wangbei from time to time.
