Just as Fu Shihan opened his mouth, Su Wanxin couldn't help but tremble slightly. In an instant, she seemed to understand how he used to tease Su Bai.
Su Wanxin looked at him with an indescribable expression, her tone particularly complex as she spoke, "I really hope Yangyang doesn't turn out like you in the future."
"What's wrong with being like me? You should know how many people in Quanhua Country wish they could be me. I remember many people used to call me some ancestor of short-term investments, right?
I'm already considered a grandpa generation, and our son is so young and already a dad, that's quite something."
Su Wanxin rubbed her forehead, not wanting to say another word, and simply turned on the TV to distract herself.
Yangyang quickly changed his clothes and ran back down, obliviously squeezing between the two of them, happily sitting there.
Fu Shihan glanced at him and mischievously said, "Sit on the floor."
"Huh?"
