The Fu Family, after cooping herself up in her room for the entire night, Fu Qishan finally came out and went straight to ask Fu Zining what had just happened.
"Don't go bothering your dad, he's in a bad mood right now," Fu Zining said, taking her daughter by the hand and heading upstairs, into Fu Qishan's room, and shutting the door behind them.
"Mom, what exactly happened? Mr. Sheng didn't take a fancy to Song Weiyi? That's not right; don't all men like the type that Song Weiyi is?" Fu Qishan asked, her tone quite sour.
Fair-skinned, beautiful, with long legs – she wasn't lacking in those either. What she did lack were the curves.
Fu Qishan looked down at her own flat chest, a source of insecurity for her over the past few years.
Her who surpassed Song Weiyi by a mile in every other aspect, suffered a great disadvantage in this area, no wonder Mr. Sheng had set his heart on Song Weiyi as soon as he saw her photo.
