Chapitre 340: 131: Do you still remember how she died?_2

Three minutes later, the carousel came to a stop.

Mu Qingli, with An'an in tow, exited from the other side and naturally took hold of Fu Lanshen's hand, pulling him towards another ride. "Uncle Qi, let's go play bumper cars over there."

After all, Mu Qingli was still somewhat of a child at heart, and the love for play was the nature of every child.

"Sure." The corners of Fu Lanshen's mouth curled into a barely noticeable smile as he followed her.

That hand, it was very soft.

Fu Lanshen suddenly thought of the piece of top-quality mutton-fat jade he had treasured for so long.

There was no line for the bumper cars.

Originally, Fu Lanshen intended to watch Mu Qingli and An'an play, just as he had before.

But when Mu Qingli, with a smile brimming in her eyes, looked up at Fu Lanshen and asked, "Uncle Qi, do you want to join us?" he found himself unexpectedly nodding.

This was Fu Lanshen's first time riding such a thing.