Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Realizing Fu Yang’s gaze, Fu Siyu looked up at him, "What’s wrong?"

Fu Yang moved his lips slightly, glanced at Shu Wan, and eventually shook his head, "It’s nothing, I’m hungry, let’s go back."

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Fu Siyu furrowed his brows slightly but ultimately said nothing, "Hmm."

How could Shu Wan not notice Fu Yang’s unusual behavior? After returning to the estate, she made an excuse to take a shower and got out of the car first.

The car door closed, and the interior of the car suddenly fell quiet.

Fu Siyu glanced at Fu Yang, who was lowering his brows, his usually lively silver hair now limp and clinging to his forehead, making him look very well-behaved and pitiable.

Fu Yang was proud and spirited at any time, never like now.

Like a little leopard whose bones had been plucked out, sprawled on the ground, waiting for someone to comfort him.

"Did they tell you something?"

In front of Fu Siyu, even if Fu Yang was good at disguising, it was all transparent.

"Hmm." Fu Yang’s voice was muffled, his head lowered, his index fingers intertwined and fidgeting, a habit when he was hesitant and conflicted, "They said"

Fu Siyu did not respond, quietly waiting for Fu Yang to continue.