"Madam, this is my daughter, Fu Siying." After introducing her, Fu Mohan glanced secretly at his wife's expression, and seeing that she did not show any displeasure, he felt relieved; at least, his wife's appearance was still presentable at this moment.
"Siying, this is my wife." As for how she should address her, he didn't say, because he was afraid Fu Siying wouldn't be willing, which would make the situation awkward.
"You are so beautiful, come and sit, this will be your home from now on." Yu Yiwan smiled with elegance and wealth.
Standing so close, she could observe more carefully, and feel more deeply.
She truly resembled Fu Shiying from the main house. If she hadn't known beforehand, she would have thought she was also a daughter of the main house. Look at that temperament; she seemed like a lady raised by the Fu Family. She didn't look like someone raised in that slum.
