The sound of the car engine outside had just died down, and after a few seconds, the door opened. The cold winter wind was shrill and dry.
Sun Qionghua entered the house along with the rapid and powerful sound of high heels stepping on the ground.
She was wearing high heels that were more than ten centimeters high, exuding an extremely strong sense of oppression.
At this moment, it was already past eight in the evening. Logically speaking, they should have finished eating long ago. But perhaps because she hadn't expected the Fu family to hold a banquet today, she stopped in her tracks and called out, "Dad, Mom."
"Mhm." Old Master Fu had always been serious in front of juniors, so he only responded lightly.
After hearing that Sun Rui had cut her wrist in the afternoon, she came in the evening. With her rushing to the house at this hour with a cold and solemn expression, she definitely wasn't simply here to visit.
