Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Fu Yang turned his head and took a glance at Fu Siyu. In that instant, Fu Yang felt as if Fu Siyu had virtually stabbed him with a knife.

"Who said you could just come in without knocking?" Fu Yang walked in, full of justification, "There’s a parent-teacher meeting tomorrow, who’s going?"

"She is." "He is."

Shu Wan and Fu Siyu spoke in unison, and Fu Yang’s face immediately darkened, "Great, so neither my dad nor mom loves me, since neither of you wants to go. Forget it then."

With that, Fu Yang turned to leave.

"Come back," Fu Siyu called out to Fu Yang.

"What now?"

Fu Yang turned back, his mouth twisted in disdain.

"Can only one of us go?" That’s when Shu Wan spoke up again.

"You both want to go?" Fu Yang raised an eyebrow.

"Is there a problem?"

"Suit yourselves," Fu Yang said indifferently, "I’m off, I’ll send you the time and place later."