Mrs. Fu wanted to go upstairs and knock on the door, but she thought about it.
She did not care about her son's pride, but her Xixi was thin-skinned, so she still had to be careful.
Just in case the young girl was embarrassed.
So she sat down again.
When she drank her tenth cup of tea, there was movement at the stairs.
She looked up and saw her son walking down the stairs in high spirits.
Fu Ge was originally in a good mood until he saw the person sitting on the sofa. The mother and son's gazes met in the air.
His good mood faded a little.
He walked down the stairs and asked, "Why are you here?"
Mrs. Fu was already a little angry when she saw him. Now that she heard his words, she became even angrier.
"Look at what you're saying. Is that human language?"
Fu Ge walked over with light steps and replied, "Ms. Wan, I'm of the same race as you."
