...
What's the big deal if I have a round face, huh? And my face only has a bit of baby fat, okay? It's a symbol of fortune, don't you know?
Wang Fugui muttered in his heart but didn't dare to show it openly, so he could only manage an awkward yet polite smile.
However, midway through his smile, his expression suddenly froze.
Wait a minute!
The key point doesn't seem to be the round face but…"future husband"?
What the heck is that? When did I, Wang Fugui, suddenly get a fiancée? And she's just a five or six-year-old toddler?
"..."
Yun Mengyu also looked dumbfounded, glancing at the weeping Princess Zhao Yu, then at Wang Fugui, full of uncertainty.
What exactly is going on? When did Fugui hook up with this little one?
For a moment, not just Wang Fugui and Yun Mengyu, even the Immortal Emperor's expression was a bit subtle.
The room suddenly quieted down, except for the cries of Princess Zhao Yu, no one spoke temporarily, and the atmosphere was somewhat eerie.
