"Boo hoo hoo——"
After eating at the feast for the brats in the ancestral hall, Ansheng returned home and cozied up with Yu Xueqing on the sofa, scrolling through short videos on the Note platform.
However,
In his spare moments, Ansheng occasionally threw a wary glance at Yu Zhenghong.
Yu Zhenghong looked at his daughter and the fox, with a face full of words unsaid.
His face seemed to read: My dear daughter, can you lend your fox to your father for a bit? Our family's villa and luxury car next year are counting on him!
Every time Yu Zhenghong tried to get close, Ansheng would timely raise the little fox paw in a ready punch stance.
"Still watching! We should head back and open up the shop!" Chen Peipei came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands dry, and seeing her husband's sulking face, she rolled her eyes and snapped:
