Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

"It’s so cold, riding a bike is inconvenient."

Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs NoᴠᴇFɪre.nᴇt

Previously, when no one cared about Fu Yang, he would ride a motorcycle to school, but later his motorcycle was confiscated and he rode in Shu Wan’s car. Now that Fu Siyu is back, there weren’t enough drivers at home for both of them.

Fu Yang certainly didn’t want Fu Siyu driving him. He raised his eyebrows slightly and was about to call a taxi with his phone.

Just then, Shu Wan suddenly pulled a black scarf out of her bag and handed it to Fu Yang, "It’s cold outside, wear a scarf."

Fu Yang didn’t like wearing these. He was about to dodge it but then he felt the color of the scarf was familiar.

He remembered, a few days ago, he saw a ball of cotton yarn on the sofa downstairs that was almost the same color as the scarf.

Fu Yang’s eyes flickered slightly, "Where did you buy this? It’s so ugly."

"I knitted it. Is it really that ugly?"

Shu Wan was good at embroidery and knitting scarves was a simple task for her. She could knit one in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Like that, Shu Wan would knit seven or eight scarves while watching TV.