"Why?" Su Qingnuan asked softly.
Cold eyes fell on her, and Fu Yihan sneered, "You're the young mistress now. What kind of young mistress runs around the kitchen every day?"
"..."
But this was her only joy.....
Raging inside, her face remained calm.
"I understand," Su Qingnuan conceded. "I won't do it again."
He said nothing, turned his back, leaving her with a cold silhouette.
Soon, the dining table was full.
As the chopsticks lightly tapped the tableware, Su Qingnuan knew all that was expected was for her to eat quietly.
"Grandpa," Fu Yixing furrowed his brows, looking aggrievedly at the old master, "Your grandson was bullied outside. You can't ignore it, can you?"
"Bullied?" The old master chuckled, "With your personality, it's a marvel you're not the one bullying others. Who dares bully you?"
