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 ti 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.
He imdiately let go, turned his head to look over, pausing slightly when he saw Fu Shihan, and then his expression quickly changed.
"Dad!" He turned and ran over, whining, "They bullied !"
Fu Shihan: "..."
Jiang Cheng: "..."
The two looked at the unlucky kids with complex expressions, and at Fu Yu’an’s aggrieved face, their moods also beca sowhat complex.
"What’s going on, why did you get physical?"
Fu Shihan spoke calmly, ignoring his grievances. anwhile, he felt Su Wanxin’s worries were completely unnecessary.
Think about it, the rascal is already six in nominal age.
Su Wanxin didn’t spend much ti with him over the years and pampered him too much.
Yangyang, when at ho, also liked to cling to Su Wanxin, being playful and dramatic, so Su Wanxin always felt he would be hurt in various ways.
If Fu Shihan hadn’t witnessed this scene today, he might also have thought his son was just a little short-legged who couldn’t win fights against others.
But...
Today, Fu Yu’an’s little short legs seed to et their match.
Fu Shihan’s gaze deepened, staring at him, unsure if he’d been deceived by him before, or how many tis.
Yangyang saw Fu Shihan’s serious expression, yet wasn’t flustered at all, and confidently replied, "They started it first!"
Fu Shihan’s gaze passed over him to the kids, who exchanged looks among themselves, all with a look of anger yet not daring to speak.
Fu Shihan couldn’t help but sneer.
"Jiang Cheng, go ask them."
Jiang Cheng glanced at Fu Shihan’s expression and understood his intent.
Yangyang was still young, his values not yet ford.
Fu Shihan could understand and accept boys being hyperactive, but fighting was sothing that couldn’t be completely ignored.
Fu Shihan grabbed Yangyang by the collar and put him in the car. After a while, Jiang Cheng got so answers and ca back.
He made an "OK" gesture to Fu Shihan; Fu Shihan didn’t say anything, just told him to drive ho first.
All the way back, Fu Xiaoyang was quiet, as if sensing sothing was off.
Once ho, he imdiately got out of the car, ran into the house, looking around for Su Wanxin.
Mom wasn’t ho yet, Aunt wasn’t back either, Uncle Lu Ci definitely wasn’t ho.
...
Sigh.
Dood.
Fu Xiaoyang suddenly felt a little panicked, and the sound of Fu Shihan’s footsteps ca from behind, he walked up to Fu Xiaoyang, and lightly kicked him on the little butt.
"Go upstairs, wait for in the study, let’s talk."
"Dad, I haven’t done my howork yet."
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