there was some distance between her and fu qinyuan, and she bowed slightly to him as a greeting.
"qinyuan, who has come?" song fengwan asked again.
outside the door, the two of them opened the trunk and took out a bunch of gifts. fu qinyuan turned around and looked into the house. " mom, grandma, we need an extra pair of chopsticks and a bowl. "
the house was originally bustling with noise, but when they heard this and saw the strange smile on fu qinyuan's face, they seemed to have stepped on something and fell over again.
about ten minutes later, everyone took their seats ...
everyone's gazes fell on the young lady who was like a blooming flower.
only yan wangchuan furrowed his brows slightly and said in a low voice, " "she looks a little familiar."
familiar?
