บท 1833: I, Fan Yu’s Woman (33)

It was already too late.

Fan Yu heard everything.

He walked in expressionlessly from outside the door. Without saying a word, he walked straight to the dining table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

The butler quickly served his dishes.

Fan Yu lowered his head as he ate, elegantly and calmly.

Qiao Yuanfei had been staring at him the entire time. At first, she was worried that he would get angry, but in the end, she realized that he didn't seem to care. Nothing happened between them yesterday, so she calmed down and ate.

Xiao Liuliu came down early, so she ate quickly.

Once she was full, she couldn't control her mouth.

Sitting on the child's chair, she rested her chin on her hands, her big eyes twinkling. She looked left at Qiao yuanfei, and right at Fan Yu.

Looking at her eyes, she might say something earth-shattering next.