in the capital of yunjin, the living room was extremely quiet ...
fu chen had just raised his hand and was about to pour another glass of water to moisten his throat. he was so angry at this time that he had to suppress it.
at this moment, fu qinyuan hurried forward and lifted the white porcelain teapot. " dad, let me help you. "
his tone was fawning.
he was still counting on his father to come up with a plan for him. after all, a certain someone was an old fox and had rich experience in this area.
fu chen sneered and said lightly, " go away. "
he was just short of telling him to get lost!
at this moment, he wished he had never had a son. how could he be as worry-free as a daughter?
he poured himself a glass of water and drank more than half of it. he didn't say anything, but the few of them knew that he was in a thunderous mood at the moment. whoever dared to speak would definitely be struck by the lightning!
