Yunjin Prime Manor…
Fu Chen was dealing with the wound on his back while Song Fengwan was sitting in the living room. The whole thing passed without any major mishap, but she still couldn't calm down at this moment. From time to time, she looked in the direction of the small study and couldn't sit still.
"Alright, stop sitting here. Go take a look." After she sat down, Qiao Wangbei saw that her butt kept fidgeting, and he felt even more depressed.
He had the feeling that the Jadeite Cabbage he had been carving for more than ten years had suddenly been stolen.
"Then…" Song Fengwan bit her lip. "Uncle, Grandma Fu…"
At this moment, she didn't even know how to address the two elders of the Fu family. She coughed twice to hide her embarrassment, pointed at the small study, and ran away.
The two Fu elders were also slightly embarrassed.
