Fu Shihan didn't plan to bring her back with him today. He hadn't seen Fu Xiaoyang yet and didn't know if he'd been beaten or injured.
If his little face had bruises, she'd definitely worry.
He went upstairs to change clothes, took his car keys, and headed out. Several minutes later, he returned to the old house and went straight upstairs.
The servants now, when they see him, simply want to run but don't dare. They absolutely wouldn't provoke him.
They didn't dare to breathe heavily, respectfully calling him Eldest Young Master. Only after he disappeared at the stairwell did they slowly breathe a sigh of relief.
Fu Shihan went straight to the door of Fu Yu'an's room and knocked, but there was no response inside.
"Yangyang, open the door."
Fu Shihan knocked again twice, still no sound. He chuckled and asked the housekeeper to get a key to open the door.
Inside the room, on the bed.
A little ball of flesh was curled up in the blanket.
