Mr. Fu tidied his shirt, cleared his throat, and was about to lecture Shen Chun when Fu Shi's voice came from behind.
"Dad, why are you looking for Chunchun?" Fu Shi's expression looked unpleasant and his gaze was sharp.
Mr. Fu felt a chill run down his spine.
"They said that Fu Shu wasn't feeling well, so I came to take a look." Shen Chun pointed at Fu Shu, who was sleeping soundly beside her. "My sister drank too much and fell asleep. Looks like everyone had a good time today."
Mr. Fu could only get someone to carry Fu Shu upstairs.
After all, it was inappropriate for her to sleep there with a flushed face.
However, at this moment, Fu Shu suddenly covered her waist and shouted, "It hurts! My waist! My leg!"
She rolled on the ground in pain with tears streaming down her face. Her legs seemed to be broken and she couldn't move them.
