Ye sang hesitated and did not move. She had been staying upstairs with Fu Yan for the past few days. Her sister did not know how to tie her hair, so her little head was in a mess.
The little girl's hair was disheveled and she was holding a doll in her arms. The scene was very much like the plot of a horror movie. Fu Han took a deep breath and repeated word by word, "Come down here."
Even if she didn't sleep in the middle of the night, what was the point of coming here to scare people?
Ye sang had no choice but to walk down the stairs barefooted. She hugged her baby doll tightly and stared at him with her round eyes, puzzled.
To be honest, it was quite uncomfortable for this little bastard to not say anything.
Fu Han's ears were rarely relieved. He closed his eyes slightly to clear his mind, then looked at the little girl and asked with a sneer, "Are you so relieved to stay here with me?"
"Aren't you afraid that I'll sell you one day?"
