Old Sir Fu was up and about in the courtyard from early morning, occasionally glancing outside the gate. Fu Jingtong, amused, couldn't help but say, "Daddy, please come inside. Hengyi and Qinglan will be back soon. You can wait for them in the living room just the same."
Old Sir Fu glared, "Who said I'm waiting for them? I'm out for a walk."
"Sure, sure. You're taking a walk," Fu Jingtong agreed. Just as she spoke, Fu Hengyi and Shen Qinglan returned.
"Qinglan girl, you're not feeling uncomfortable anywhere now, are you?" The moment Shen Qinglan got out of the car, Old Sir Fu approached her, asking with concern. He had already learned about Shen Qinglan's morning sickness from Old Sir Shen.
"Grandpa, I'm fine," Shen Qinglan said. It was just that she had felt a bit unwell in the morning.
