The two were lying on the sofa, being intimate, when suddenly, the doorbell rang.
"..." Lin Luqiu paused. "Is it Mr. Yao?"
"I'll go check." Fu Jingchen got up and walked towards the foyer.
"Hmm…" She sat up, adjusted her clothes, and then heard him open the door.
Not only that, but he even greeted, "Grandpa."
What… Could it really be Mr. Fu?
She got up in surprise and looked over. Sure enough, there he was—Fu Jingchen was speaking softly with Mr. Fu, who was leaning on a cane, dressed in a simple tang suit.
Fu Jingchen: "Why are you here?"
"You brat, I'm not here to see you." Mr. Fu poked him with his cane, signaling him to step aside, and then looked at Lin Luqiu with a face full of affection.
"Xiao Qiu, it's been so long. Oh, why is your face so red? What were you two just doing…" He glanced meaningfully at his grandson.
"Cough…" She cleared her throat, thinking to herself, Isn't it all your grandson's fault?