Behind the teaching building, Fu Shihan was initially planning to sneak a smoke, but unexpectedly...
He had a cigarette in his mouth, leaning lazily against the wall, his gaze distant as he looked at the little rascal afar, half-smiling.
This was Fu Shihan's first time witnessing Fu Yu'an fighting, the feeling...
A bit peculiar.
Standing behind Fu Shihan, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but take out his phone.
"What are you doing?" Fu Shihan turned to look at him.
"Just making a souvenir for my Brother Yang!" Jiang Cheng whispered with a smile, "Brother Han, he's definitely your son. Look at this move, pretty professional."
Fu Shihan raised an eyebrow, hearing his words, why did it feel like he was being insulted?
Is fighting the only thing worth learning from him? Couldn't the little rascal learn how he makes money to earn more for Wan God to spend?
Fu Shihan extinguished his cigarette, cleared his throat lightly, catching Fu Yu'an's attention.
