"Brother Fu hasn't arrived yet, let's wait for him," Hou Changli invited Beisitian to sit down, smiled after serving tea, and said.
Beisitian nodded.
Hou Changli actually already knew the beginning and end of the matter and roughly guessed the purpose of Beisitian's visit this time. Whenever Hou Baiyu arranged things, he always informed him in advance to avoid inconsistencies on both sides.
His words had just fallen when the villa door opened again, and another man in his forties entered.
Neither Fu Yunhai nor Hou Changli had the big belly that forty-year-old men should have.
Moreover, seeing Hou Baiyu and Fu Xuan Ge, one could tell as fathers that their looks wouldn't be bad; both had elegant and charming demeanors.
Fu Yunhai and Fu Xuan Ge bore an eighty percent resemblance, whereas Hou Changli and Hou Baiyu did not share much similarity, suggesting that Hou Baiyu resembled his mother more.
