The group split into two cars.
Fu Qi looked around and still chose to follow his older brother into the sedan behind.
...
The driver quietly steered the car from the front, and Fu Qi sat in the passenger seat.
A family of three sat in the back.
Without a child car seat, so as soon as they got in the car, Fu Xihan took his little hand, "Ziyang, do you want me to hold you?"
Fu Ziyang sat obediently in the middle, "No need, Uncle Driver, just drive slowly."
The driver quickly responded, "Yes, young master."
Fu Xihan then unsurprisingly raised an eyebrow.
The child had always been like this.
Mature beyond his years, independent, and even somewhat aloof.
Perhaps it was because he was left in the care of the butler from birth.
His aged butler...
Over seventy years old, stern, old-fashioned, very serious, so the child he raised was also reticent, stable, very well-behaved.
In any case, it had little to do with his own personality, and even less with Jinghua's.
