"Third Young Master, we have some family matters to handle, please move to the banquet hall."
Saying this in a deep voice, Wen Yiming secretly sighed, forcing himself to calm down.
"Family matters?"
Fu Mingyu raised his eyebrows, instead of retreating, he advanced, stepping forward to stand beside Nuan Nuan. "Nuan Nuan is my person, her matters are my matters. Uncle Wen, if you want to handle family affairs, go ahead, I won't interfere with you."
As he spoke, Fu Mingyu frowned, went over to bring a chair, and placed it behind Nuan Nuan.
Pressing Nuan Nuan into the chair, Fu Mingyu casually draped his arm over the backrest, and under the warm light shining through the window, he examined the patterns on the cuff of his suit.
Looking at Fu Mingyu's shameless and carefree demeanor, Wen Yiming felt at a loss.
