Fu Rongzhi hugged Qiao Wenhe and walked to the main hall. The person who caught her eye was a middle-aged woman sitting on a single European sofa. Even though her clothes were very fashionable, she still couldn't eliminate the traces of time on her face. This person was Fu Rongzhi mother, Mrs. Fu.
Standing in Qiao Wenhe position, Yan Ran looked like an old Buddha playing in a TV drama. She sat there motionless, giving off a depressing feeling!
"Grandfather, Mommy, I brought Wen home." Fu Rongzhi hugged Qiao Wenhe and sat on the sofa, looking at the two parents.
Compared to Luo Zhiyin's seriousness, Fu Laihu's expression was cold and frightening. He seemed to have been born with a fierce expression and didn't like Qiao Wenhe coming back again. His expression would definitely not be any b
