Xia Xin watched Jiangli and Fu Shiyan leave, dazed and confused.
By the time he came back to his senses, Fu Shiyan's car had already driven off.
Xia Xin wanted to chase after them, but it was too late. He could only look at Fu'er who was standing nearby.
"Fu'er, what's going on with the Old Ancestor? She seems pretty biased towards Mr. Fu. I offer to cook her delicious food, but she never comes out!"
Hearing this, Fu'er replied quite seriously, "Xia Xin, have you ever thought that maybe your cooking isn't as good as the food from a top chef?"
Xia Xin: "..."
Is that even possible?
Fu'er patted his shoulder, and seeing his stunned expression, chuckled, "Alright, stop overthinking. The Old Ancestor wasn't herself today. Letting her go out and relax is good for her. If Mr. Fu can take her out, that's beneficial for us, isn't it? Don't worry, the Old Ancestor is no ordinary person; she won't suffer any loss. You can stop worrying like a father now."
Xia Xin: "..."
