Uncle?
The prayer beads in Fu Chen's hand were twisted together, making a fine grinding sound.
Song Fengwan tilted her head to look at Fu Chen and even smiled at him. She followed his words. There was nothing wrong with it.
The few people behind Fu Chen lowered their heads and tried their best to hold back their laughter.
They knew better than anyone what Third Master was thinking.
He was raising Song Fengwan as his wife, but she treated him as her uncle? What could be more heartbreaking than this?
"Third Master, then how did you appear there?" The police officer continued to take Fu Chen's statement.
"Walking the dog." A certain someone was in a bad mood, and his tone was much colder than before.
The corners of the police officers' mouths twitched. It was already eleven o'clock at night. Going out to walk the dog? What a special hobby.
