"Fushan, you…" Tan Qingjuan began to question him the moment she saw him.
Liang Fushan's heart skipped a beat. He quickly pulled Tan Qingjuan toward his room. "Come on, let's talk in my room."
Without another word, he dragged Tan Qingjuan inside.
Chen Danou, hearing what Zeng Hui said, came out of the main room just in time to see Liang Fushan pulling Tan Qingjuan into his room. She only caught a glimpse of the girl's profile before turning to Zeng Hui. "What's going on? Who is that girl? What does she want with our second son?"
Zeng Hui quickly shook her head. "I don't know either, Mom. I had just let her in when Fushan pulled her into his room."
Chen Danou shot Zeng Hui a disgusted look. "You're useless. Can you do anything right? Couldn't you have asked a few more questions? God, you're stupid. Now get to the kitchen and make breakfast. If it's late, you'll have me to answer to."
