Fu Han was holding back his anger. Seeing that ye sang was smiling so happily, he couldn't help but push down the building blocks in front of him.
Ye sang:"..."
The little girl's lips slowly drooped. Her cat eyes stared at him in disbelief, full of confusion and anger.
Fu Han curled his lips. Seeing that she was unhappy, he turned around in satisfaction and was about to head upstairs.
Unexpectedly, Gu Sheng, who had been watching from the side for a few seconds, could not help but call out to him with a chuckle.
"Is it fun for Mr. Fu to bully children?"
His voice carried a hint of a smile, making it hard to tell his emotions.
Fu Han stopped in his tracks. He looked at Ye sang, who was about to cry, and then casually said, "It's fun."
At least he was happy when he saw that this little bastard was unhappy.
