Chapter 1000: How Could a Mere Su Huan Be Compared to His Precious Little Nephew Tuan Tuan?

Fu Huai'an looked at Cen Mo with his deep eyes, his low and rich voice calm yet particularly imposing.

Although it wasn't deliberate on Fu Huai'an's part, his imposing aura had an oppressing effect on one's nerves. Saihand nearly subconsciously answered. He had already raised his foot, but he still returned to his senses and looked towards Cen Mo, a questioning look in his eyes.

Seeing Cen Mo nod, Saihand then said respectfully to Song Yao, "Madam… I'll send you upstairs!"

Song Yao nodded, her fists slightly clenched by her sides. She then looked towards Fu Huai'an and smiled, a look of gratitude in her eyes.

"Xiao Nuan, take Tuan Tuan to the car first!" Fu Huai'an placed a hand on Lin Nuan's slender waist, his voice gentle.

Cen Mo gazed at Fu Huai'an, the hint of a smile on his lips particularly terrifying.

Although he didn't know what Fu Huai'an was going to say to him, Cen Mo had always had acute senses…