Just like that, Fu Ting's hair stood on end as her family members scolded her one by one.
The little girl's face was flushed red, and there were strands of hair on her head. No matter how he looked at her, she was cute.
Fu Pei could not stand it anymore. He raised his hand and pressed the little girl's hair down.
In the past, he would not allow other men to touch a single strand of Little Fool's hair, even if they were blood-related.
He did not know if it was because of Fu Pei's influence in the future, but he seemed to be more tolerant now than before.
At this time, the servants served the dishes one after another. The family sat around the round table.
Old Madam Fu introduced Fu Pei and Fu Ting to Fu Yu 'an, who greeted them briefly.
Fu Nanyan sat next to Fu Yu 'an and whispered into his ear," Ling, don't you think it's cute?"
