"Mm." Fu Lanshen emitted a syllable from deep within his throat, leaning back against the chair, a rare display of languor on his face.
Mu Qingli weighed her words carefully, "Why have I never seen Niannian's father during my several visits to the Qiao Family?" In fact, she had wanted to ask this question last night but forgot.
Moreover, she always felt that the magnetic field of the Qiao Family was... somewhat abnormal.
Ordinary people might not notice, but she dealt with Pendulums on a regular basis.
Fu Lanshen's face remained expressionless. After a moment, he turned his head to look at Mu Qingli and suddenly reached out to pinch her cheek, "Little girl, have you ever heard that curiosity killed the cat?"
Mu Qingli was caught off guard as he pinched her left cheek.
Perhaps due to years of holding pens and handling documents, his fingertips were somewhat rough, with a thin callus in the palm of his hand. His pinch gave a numb and tingling sensation, which was very strange.