C188 Fu Fei's father

In the blink of an eye, it was already the end of autumn. Leaves swirled and fell from the tree, dancing like butterflies.

In the pavilion in the garden, there was a rare hint of laughter.

"Ling Ling, come, open your mouth." Fu Yuheng was in a good mood as he held a piece of pastry and teased the little girl in front of him.

"Ah …" Ling Tian, on the other hand, was exceptionally well-behaved