Mr. Fang sat in the living room, having drunk two cups of tea, and still no one had come.
His mood had reached an all-time low.
Footsteps sounded from upstairs; he looked up and saw a woman with a large belly descending the stairs, making Mr. Fang frown.
Xiaoxiao hadn't expected a visitor at home; sensibly, she walked over to Old Lord Fang and greeted him.
"Hello."
Mr. Fang suddenly remembered.
Wasn't this the woman who had married Fang Zhi before?
Could the child in her belly be Fang Zhi's?
The more Mr. Fang thought about it, the uglier his expression became.
He had intended to entrust his granddaughter to Fang Zhi, but now it seemed Fang Zhi was utterly unreliable!
He snorted, said nothing, and stood up to leave directly.
Xiaoxiao stood still, a bit dazed.
Where had she offended this person?
Why leave without saying a word after seeing her!
"Who is he?"
Xiaoxiao, puzzled, walked over to the steward.
"He is a friend of our Old Lord Fang..."
