Fu Shihan left the hotel and drove back to the Fu Residence.
"Eldest Young Master, you're back."
The servant in the living room greeted him respectfully, to which Fu Shihan uttered a "Hmm" and headed straight upstairs to the bedroom.
The room was vast and tranquil, save for a little meatball on the bed with his butt in the air, asleep.
Fu Shihan had a reason for coming back so late; he had promised Fu Yu'an that he would return in the evening.
Yangyang seemed to have heard the door opening. He whimpered unhappily twice, then opened his eyes groggily and struggled to sit up after seeing the person by the bed, his voice soft and tender as he said three names.
"They sneaked in and insulted Mom this afternoon; I heard them," the little guy, still sleepy, didn't forget to tattle.
"I know," Fu Shihan memorized the three names, "You rushed me to come back just for this?"