Fu Renshu, who had been respectfully standing in attention, couldn't help but helplessly chuckle. He was quite amused to see his Boss working on the gift for his mother. It was simple and definitely not elegant and rich standards the guests might have been expecting from him, but it was an experience on its own.
He shook his head.
"How is Meirong?" He heard his father's voice.
Fu Shen stood beside him with his usual stern countenance.
He rolled his eyes. "Fine as usual. How else would she be? I should say that she is being quite a bother."
Fu Shen furrowed his brows. "A bother?"
"For that dumb woman, Meng Ya."
There was a pause.
"Why are you keeping her in your house?" His expression didn't twitch, but there was a glint of curiosity in his eyes.
"Because she is a threat. If she meets Song Lihua, it will be all over. You know why."
He tilted his head. "You can keep her in the base."
