After hearing a familiar response from inside, he pushed the door open and entered.

Fu Weilun sat at his desk without raising his head, still writing something. After finishing the last stroke, he stopped writing and looked over.

Seeing her, he frowned: "Are you leaving today?"

Fu Xiao nodded. "Yes, I'll have lunch with you guys, then I'll rush to Beijing."

Fu Weilun pointed at the phone and said in a gentle voice: "Come, call your eldest brother and ask them to come over early after get off work."

"Okay," she walked to the desk, called her two brothers' offices, explained the situation, agreed on a time, and hung up.

He took a book, sat on the sofa again, half-lying on the sofa in a lazy posture and started reading.

Fu Weilun raised his eyebrows and watched her series of actions. He put down the pen in his hand, closed the document, stood up from the desk, and sat down opposite her.

Fu Xiao glanced at him and said, "Uncle, please do your work. I won't disturb you."

"I'm done," Fu Weilun crossed his legs, curled his lips, and looked at her meaningfully, "I want to talk to you,"

She put the book down and sat up straight, "What are you talking about?"

His eyes were subtle and deep, and he said softly: "What kind of boys do you like?"

Fu Xiao rolled her eyes without any image, and lay directly on the sofa, saying coquettishly: "Why do you ask this question?"

Fu Weilun looked at her with a smile. Fu Xiao sat up on the sofa and looked at him seriously. "My dear uncle, I'm only sixteen years old. You are a little too anxious."

He laughed softly and said leisurely, "I can see that you are serious about what you said at home. Girls from normal families start discussing engagement at the age of fifteen or sixteen. Although our family does not require you to do it so early, your idea is indeed dangerous."

Fu Xiao pursed his lips: "So?"

Fu Weilun raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved up: "So I'm going to pay attention to you from now on."

"Xiaoxiao, it's impossible for you not to get married in this life. I estimate that your family will only allow you to live until you are about 20 years old, so your uncle is going to find a suitable one for you and see if he can help you train and adjust."

"You've really thought it through," Fu Xiao lay on the sofa again, looking hopeless.

He treated her matter as a problem and was even prepared to find a way to solve it in advance.

Fu Weilun placed one arm on his knee, supporting his smooth chin, and said in a leisurely voice: "Xiaoxiao, don't feel any burden. Just think of it as a casual chat between us uncle and nephew. I won't tell your grandfather. I'm just curious, if you really get married, what requirements do you have for your other half?"

Fu Xiao lay on the armrest of the sofa and just looked at him, as if thinking.

After a while, she chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief: "Well... at least you can't restrict my work."