after fu chen and yan wangchuan finished talking, they didn't see anyone in the room. when they entered the study, they saw the person who was pulling her hair.
he leaned against the door, a doting smile on his face. " you're going to go bald if you keep pulling. "
song fengwan lifted her head to look at him, fiddling with her messy hair in frustration.
"what's wrong? you're angry with that kid?"
"i'm not angry with mom!" fu qinyuan was running around the house with a toy in his hand. " mom is too stupid to teach me anything. "
" daddy, she doesn't even know how to judge the questions. she keeps misleading me. she scolds me when i make a mistake. "
"he's too hot-tempered,"
song fengwan was dumbfounded. hot-tempered?
this was the first time someone had described her in such a way.
