Uncle?
The prayer beads in Fu Chen's hands twisted together, making a soft grinding sound.
Song Fengwan tilted her head to look at Fu Chen and even smiled at him. She was just following his words, and there was nothing wrong with that.
The people behind Fu Chen lowered their heads and tried to hold back their smiles.
They knew better than anyone what Third Master was thinking.
He was raising Song Fengwan as his wife, but she treated him as her uncle? What could be more heartbreaking than this?
"Third Master, how did you appear there?" The police officers continued to get Fu Chen's statement.
"Walking my dog." A certain someone was in a bad mood, and his tone was much colder than before.
The corners of the police officers' mouths twitched. It was already eleven o'clock at night, and he was walking his dog? What a unique hobby.
