Old Master Feng looked at Feng Sheng with eagerness and hope.
No matter how much he disliked Luo Yangyang, the child in her stomach was still the Feng family's flesh and blood.
Especially when she was still carrying his eldest grandson's first child. Nothing could go wrong.
Feng Sheng stood in the middle of the hall and did not sit down.
He looked at the anxious Old Madam Feng and felt a sense of sarcasm in his heart.
His man was pushed down the stairs, but the old madam was only concerned about the child in Yangyang's stomach. Why didn't she ask if Yangyang was okay after being pushed down the stairs?
"Grandma, is it important that the child is safe?"
No matter what, the people sitting at the head of the table were his grandparents. Feng Sheng had to show them the least respect and filial piety when facing them, who were over fifty years old.
