Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Fu Yang glanced at the straw toys on the table again, his eyes flickering slightly, "I don’t like them."

"Okay," Shu Wan nodded, "then I’ll take them all away."

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Fu Yang’s gaze still lingered on the toys, "Do whatever you want, I don’t like them anyway."

Fine, since Fu Yang had said so, Shu Wan collected all the toys.

The two had been talking for quite a while, but Fu Siyu hadn’t appeared. Shu Wan looked towards the Housekeeper, "Where’s Fu Siyu?"

"The young master left early in the morning, saying that he had to return to the domestic company for a meeting today. He specifically instructed that if you need anything, you can directly call his phone."

"Alright, I got it."

After breakfast at the Estate, Shu Wan was ready to leave, but just as she stepped into the courtyard, she saw Fu Yang leaning against the car, arms folded across his chest.