Fu Yan muttered softly, "We'll starve him to death."
After saying that, she gently rubbed the little girl's head, held her little hand, and walked toward the kitchen.
She knew her uncle's character, but it was too much to be angry at a child at this time.
The door of the study was still open, but Fu Han's expression was much calmer than expected, but his malice toward the child was too great.
Fu Yan lifted the lid of the pot and looked at the instant noodles in it. She pursed her lips and said, "She's only five years old. Uncle, what's wrong with you bullying a child?"
She took advantage of the fact that the other party was not interested in her at this time and whispered, "Sangsang is not an employee of your company. If you scold them, they will have to pay their wages. The child will leave the day after tomorrow at the latest."
Why did she have a straight face every day.
