beijing courtyard
when huai sheng and fu yu arrived at the old house, the autumn sun was hanging in the sky, warm and bright.
after entering the house, they rarely saw the usual warm greetings. in the past, huaisheng was studying abroad and only came a few times a year. fu shinan and his wife were always extra enthusiastic when they saw him, but today, their eyes revealed a bit of sizing up, as if they did not know him.
fu qinyuan was sitting on the side, texting jing xingyao with his head lowered. he looked up at the people in the living room, unwilling to get involved.
his arms were still sore from shooting arrows at the club today.
fu sinian could not really beat them up, so he could only torture them from other ways.
"don't just stand there, take a seat." fu shinan's tone was formal and polite. " have you settled everything? "
"yes."