"Let's walk forward together." In passing, Fu Yunye gripped Tang Xi's wrist.
Tang Xi's skin was cool, but Fu Yunye's fingers were even colder. The moment he seized her wrist, her entire body shuddered.
Fu Yunye let go of her hand.
"Grandpa is playing chess with Tingzhou, let's not disturb them for now." His voice was as cold as his body temperature, lifting a hand he rotated the wheelchair, "Help me push a bit, the road ahead is uneven."
Tang Xi pushed the wheelchair, slowly moving forward.
She had only been to the Fu Mansion once or twice, and now more than four years had passed, she barely had any recollection of it.
In Tang Xi's memory, the Fu Mansion was vast.
Each young master had their own three-story detached villa.
Fu Zongheng lived in the main building.
It was the cream-colored Western-style building that one would see first after entering the gate.
And behind that were the homes of the other young masters.