C210 Our Son

Fu Mo looked unhappy as he followed Jian Qingchu downstairs, while Jian Zhou'an and Fu Xirui followed behind quietly.

Fu Xirui had always been like this, but Jian Zhou'an was like a frosted eggplant.

"Son, Qingchu, you guys came down. Why don't you stay in the room for a while longer, haha..."

Yu Simei looked at the few of them as they went downstairs