The two sat facing each other, not saying a word, like wooden figures.

Originally, Feng Yuwei wanted to continue talking to Su Jiaoniang about hybrid rice, but upon seeing the Regent and Futu, he cupped his hands in greeting and turned to walk towards his room.

Lu Wujiu's gaze fell on the little girl.

Pick the person up.

Su Jiaoniang tidied up the bedding.

Let the little girl sleep comfortably and peacefully.

After closing the suite door, the three people faced each other in the living room.

"When are you going to the Prince's Mansion?" Lu Wujiu asked.

Su Jiaoniang pointed to the little girl inside: "I've already told the little one about your identity. If you can ease her mind and make her willing to go to the Prince's mansion with you, I have no objection!"

The statue, which had been sitting still like a plaster cast, suddenly opened its eyes.

"Mother, you said Xiaoya found out?" Futu's face broke into a grimace.

Su Jiaoniang nodded.

Futu looked distressed.

If Xiaoya finds out, not only will she be angry with her father, but he, as her older brother, will also be implicated.

She glanced at Lu Wujiu and said, "It's all your fault!"

Lu Wujiu didn't speak, but glanced inside, paused, and asked Su Jiaoniang, "Child, have you cried?"

"The little girl is very strong; she didn't cry."

Lu Wujiu breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

He doesn't know how to coax children; he only knows how to win people's hearts with sincerity. What's done is done, and what's done is done.

Futu turned and walked into the house. He lay down next to Xiaoya, whose child was about to turn seven. They would no longer be able to sleep together. If he didn't cherish this opportunity, he would never have another chance.

He and Xiaoya are twins.

Lying together gives you the feeling that the two of you won't have any arguments.

Futu closed his eyes.

Lu Wujiu also wanted to lie down, but Su Jiaoniang pointed to the small bed outside.

"You sleep here!" Lu Wujiu was very tall, and the bed outside was very small.

He felt a little wronged lying down; the bed simply couldn't fit him.

He glanced inside; the door was tightly shut. He gave a wry smile, then lay down on the bed, his feet sticking out a bit. For a tall person, finding a comfortable bed is extremely difficult.