A glint of light shone beneath his gold-rimmed glasses as he glanced furtively at the woman beside his mother.
Fu Siming spoke with a warning: "Big brother, don't try to grab everything you see. You don't know if you've struck gold or picked up explosives."
Fu Bowen was speechless, his eyes filled with resentment and ruthlessness.
But he still spoke with a smile: "What you can snatch, how long do you think you can keep by your side? My dear brother."
As soon as he finished speaking, Grandpa Fu and his son came down the stairs. The two of them respectfully stepped forward to greet him, saying in unison, "Grandpa," "Dad."
"When are you two going to shut up?" the old man said bluntly, presumably having overheard their conversation.
"Eat!" Although the old man was old, his voice was still strong and booming.
Fu Ting also invited them to sit down, and insisted on pulling his beloved wife to sit next to him.
In just a short while, Jiang Man had already uncovered most of Song Xingyao's secrets.
From their conversation, Jiang Man had a good impression of Song Xingyao. Although she didn't come from a prominent family, her words always revealed her true thoughts and demeanor.
Although Song Xingyao was adopted by the Song family, she had no one to rely on for many years. She had met many people when she went out to work before, but she was the only rich woman who talked so much.
She was starting to feel overwhelmed, afraid that Jiang Man would ask her how they met, where they met, and why they were late today.
These are things that can't be said, but Fu Siming wasn't present.
She didn't know what Fu Sixiang was telling them, and she was also worried that her sordid past would cause the friendliness and goodwill in front of her to suddenly disappear.
But Jiang Man didn't ask anything.
During the meal, Fu Bowen asked, "I wonder which family your sister-in-law comes from?"
The dinner table suddenly fell silent.
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