Fu Shiyan seemed to realize at this moment that Shen Feiwan had answered his phone.
He took it directly from Shen Feiwan's hand, glanced at the screen, and said, "Mom."
"Did I interrupt something important?" Lin Lanhe now dared to speak.
She had been afraid that she would scare off the bride-to-be the moment she showed up.
"Why did you suddenly call me?"
"Don't you care about your son at all?" Lin Lanhe retorted.
"Then you should hurry back."
"I'm just letting you know, we'll be back in a week."
"You're going to be the death of me," Fu Shiyan said emphatically.
"I'm giving you space to be alone together."
"Mom."
"See, you've already gotten halfway there, haven't you?"
"..."
"See you in a week."
"How is Dick?" Fu Shiyan hurriedly asked.
He saw that the look in Shen Feiwan's eyes was clearly annoyed.
"He's doing well, very fond of me. More likable than you were as a child."
"Hasn't he been clamoring to come back?"
