In the evening, Sheng Congzhi still made a trip back to the Fu Family.
When he arrived, it just happened to be dinnertime.
At the entrance hall, Fu Yan bent down to open the cupboard door, then took out a pair of slippers and placed them in front of Sheng Congzhi.
"Ah Yan is really considerate," Pei Qianyun praised with a smile.
Sheng Congzhi didn't speak, just silently put on the slippers.
"Come in and have a seat," Pei Qianyun was enthusiastically insistent, pulling her into the living room, "Yiren has been here for a while, she's upstairs with Dongting and they'll be down soon."
Sheng Congzhi sat on the sofa, "Mr. Fu is well."
After not seeing him for several months, Mr. Fu still maintained an extremely high level of vitality.
Perhaps because he was attending the wedding, his hair was dyed black, and his serious demeanor could make someone believe he was just over fifty.
He nodded slightly, his gaze quickly fell on Fu Yan, "You still know you have a home, huh?"
