The phrase "You have to be well," tinged Fu Yueyuan's heart with a touch of sourness.
His oldest son had shouldered too much burden.
Fu Yinru squinted his eyes, his complexion softening significantly.
He reached out and ruffled Fu Qiyue's hair, saying warmly, "I understand, you're small yet you worry so much."
Fu Qiyue pursed her lips, and said in a soft voice, "I want my big brother to be well, I want to see you live a long life."
He knew that she was still concerned about those past events, afraid that he might encounter more mishaps.
Master Fu sighed, "You little girl... go wait outside, don't go run around."
"Understood."
Fu Qiyue wrinkled her nose and turned to leave.
Before exiting, her clear eyes reflected a light that was hard to decipher, filled with a mixture of curiosity and profoundness.
Huo Yirong watched her with a chilly gaze.
The latter withdrew her gaze, and swiftly exited the rest room.
