"fu qinyuan, what do you mean by drawing a turtle under my name?" fu chen thought for a long time and asked.
he rubbed the ruler beside his hand.
fu qinyuan clenched his fingers and started fiddling with it, only to feel his butt starting to hurt again.
"nothing much? i just drew it randomly."
"randomly draw tortoises?"
"because i don't know how to draw fish!" fu qin had wanted to draw a goldfish, but he gave up when he realized that the tail was too difficult.
"what?"
"dad, what do you think it means? i didn't mean to say you're a turtle, and you're not the cowardly bastard that grandpa spoke of."
fu chen clenched his ruler.
coward? what did his father say to his child?
however, fu qinyuan looked so innocent. if he took it seriously and yan wangchuan came back later, this kid would tell on him, and the turtle matter would be confirmed.
