Li Xiufen reached out and touched her hair, and said gently: "It's good, as long as you haven't been wronged..."

Ever since the news of the Mu family in Beijing was passed on to the Fu family by Fu Yu.

That day, no one in the family was at ease.

Although Grandpa Fu didn't say anything, his eyes were full of worry.

Fu Wei Bo also smoked for a long time, and Fu Hong stopped making noises about missing his sister and became extremely quiet.

She didn't sleep all night...

My own aunt and grandmother have harmed my entire family to this extent.

Knowing this cruel fact, I wonder how sad this child must be...

How should children treat their father?

This unsolvable problem...

She felt so heartbroken that she burst into tears just thinking about it, and she wanted to call her child to ask about it.

But Grandpa Fu said, don't fight...

We’ll talk about everything later.

Now the child is finally back...

But he smiled and said that he had not been wronged...

How could I not feel wronged...

Li Xiufen once again held Fu Xiao in her arms and gently stroked her back, "It's okay, we're home..."

The smile on Fu Xiao's face disappeared at some point, and he just stood stiffly, allowing this gentle woman to hold him.

On the other side, Grandpa Fu walked quickly towards the house. When he saw the military vehicle parked at the door, his eyes narrowed slightly and his expression froze.

He turned around and picked for a long time at the door of his house, and finally found a stick that was neither thick nor thin.

He met Fu Wei Bo who was walking towards him quickly.

Fu Wei Bo saw the stick in his father's hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to say something, but in the end he uttered: "Dad, take it easy..."

Grandpa Fu snorted coldly, said nothing, and pushed open the door.

Fu Wei Bo followed closely behind and walked in.

Fu Hong pulled on his elder brother's sleeve and whispered, "Brother, do you want to stop the fight?"

Fu Yu smiled faintly and said, "We are the grandchildren, and there are people above us. It is not our turn to mediate."

But in fact he didn't want to mediate. If he was not young, he would have taken action himself when he was in the northwest.

Now it is only natural for grandpa to take action, he is so happy that he has no time to intervene...

He still remembers the bruise on Fu Xiao's neck last time.

He even secretly filed a complaint...

Slowly walked in...

Our gaze returned to Grandpa Fu. As he walked in, his sharp eyes looked directly at Mu Lianshen who was standing in the middle.