Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Fu Siyu paused in his movement, "I will tell you in the future."

"Do you plan to hide it from me for a lifetime?" Fu Yang’s fingertips clenched the phone so tightly that they turned almost white, "So, I don’t even have the right to know who my birth mother is?"

Fu Yang’s emotions were so intense that Fu Siyu finally looked up again, his eyes deep and dark, "Did someone tell you something?"

"Do I need someone else to tell me who my birth mother is?"

"I will tell you in the future."

Fu Siyu gave the same answer as before.

"Ha"

Each time it was the same attitude, Fu Yang had grown accustomed to it, he subconsciously glanced outside the car, his tone mocking, "I really wonder, when you tricked my mom into having me, did you treat her as well as you treat Shu Wan today?"

As soon as these words came out, Fu Siyu’s expression instantly changed.

But Fu Yang didn’t wait for Fu Siyu to speak; he got out of the car, his silhouette steeped in heavy anger.

At this moment, Shu Wan had just returned to the car as well. She was keenly aware of whether the tension between Fu Siyu and Fu Yang was a genuine quarrel or simply a friction.

From Fu Yang’s expression just now, she knew it was a real argument.