Old Fu residence…
Old Madam Fu was checking the things to be cleaned during the Qingming Festival. Everyone was busy.
"Third Son, tell Yuxiu to hurry up. We're leaving soon." Old Madam Fu tilted her head and looked at Fu Chen, who was still basking in the sun.
"You're so young, yet you've been squatting outside all morning like a little old man."
Fu Chen lifted his eyelids and looked at her. "I'm almost thirty. Do you want me to be alive and kicking at my age? Then, you'll definitely think that I'm a stupid and lazy son of a rich family."
"Hurry up and go upstairs to urge him!" Old Madam Fu harrumphed coldly.
When Fu Chen went upstairs, the door of Fu Yuxiu's room wasn't closed. He stood at the door and knocked a few times, but no one answered.
Did this brat get too agitated at the Sun residence and faint?
