Old Fu residence…
When Qiao Xiyan stopped the car, his gaze landed on the cold breakfast in the front passenger seat. His eyes narrowed again. When he got out of the car, the cold winter wind blew, and the chill seeped into his marrow.
"Welcome, Xiyan. I've been waiting for you for a long time. Where's Wanwan?" Old Master Fu was standing in the courtyard exercising. Even though his 80th birthday was over, he was still hale and hearty. Watching Qiao Xiyan coming over, he stretched his legs slightly. "Quickly come in with me."
He walked straight into the house and didn't forget to tell Old Madam Fu that someone was here.
Qiao Xiyan opened his mouth, clenched his fists, and held his breath. He was in a dilemma.
He had been thinking about a lot of things along the way, especially the bits and pieces he remembered about Fu Chen and Song Fengwan.
