Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Fu Yang’s ears were all red, and he looked very unnaturally out the window, "Can’t you not be so disgusting."

Shu Wan smiled silently, without saying anything else.

Once back at the Estate, although Shu Wan was too lazy to cook herself, she still instructed the servants to make some easy-to-digest, light food for Fu Yang.

Walking behind, Fu Yang listened to Shu Wan talking to the servants, his lips pressed tightly together as he unintentionally recalled the words Shu Wan had said in the car.

"I’ll go up first." After finishing arranging everything, Shu Wan turned her head back to Fu Yang, "Come out with me tomorrow."

"Got it." Fu Yang clicked his tongue, "You’re so naggy."

Shu Wan returned to the bedroom, washed up, laid down in bed, and then dialed a call to Fu Siyu.

The call was quickly answered, Fu Siyu’s deep voice came from the other end of the line, "What time are you planning to sleep today?"

"Ten o’clock." It was currently nine thirty.

"Alright."