Today, Yangyang went to participate in an event organized by the Equestrian Association, and the participants ranged in age from a few years old to several decades old.
And the reason he got into a conflict with someone was quite justified.
Fu Shihan listened as he repeated the exact words the person had said.
Nothing else, just the word "f**k" was enough to make him turn hostile.
After coaxing Yangyang to sleep, there was still time; it was not even close to his usual rest time.
Fu Shihan picked up his phone to check the name his son had just mentioned, trying to figure out who this nobody was.
But after searching for a long time without any clues, he could only have someone investigate later.
Turning to his side, he looked at the little one sleeping soundly, which reminded him of Su Wanxin, so he picked up the phone to bother her.
[H: Our son says he misses you.]
Message sent, Fu Shihan patiently waited. Before long, he saw the other side smartly reply—
