Noticing the fatigue on Lu Qingqing's face, Fu Yisheng felt very heartbroken. He walked over, pulled the suitcase to her, and said tenderly, "Aliang and Along are driving Grandma Lu and Grandma Lin to town to buy groceries. I guess they won't be back for a while. Uncle Lu has just started cooking. I'll take you upstairs to rest, and I'll come get you when it's time to eat."
"Mr. Fu, this is my own home. I know the way. I can go up by myself; you don't need to bother," Lu Qingqing suddenly remembered that the reason she went to Yang City was that she didn't want to see him!
With a huff at Fu Yisheng, Lu Qingqing snatched the suitcase and turned to enter the house, her footsteps heavy as she went upstairs.
Looking at the rejected Fu Yisheng, Song Xiuluan had a face full of schadenfreude.
"Serve him right!" Their Qingqing is truly formidable; just one sentence made Fu Yisheng lose face.
