Third Master's High-Profile Dog Slaughtering: Call Her Third Aunt (3)

They couldn't let others laugh at them.

All the Fu family members could only try their best to maintain their smiles.

Fu Wan tilted her head and looked at her son, who was drinking coke with his head lowered. "You already knew?"

Shen Jinye had specially applied for leave to come over and play. He had just arrived today. He had been lowering his head and trying his best to play dead to reduce his presence. In the end, his mother still brought it up. "Mom, you can't blame me. Little Uncle… Argh—"

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Wan kicked him. "Your little uncle hid it from me, but you hid it from your own mother too?"

Shen Jinye felt wronged. I'm really f*cking unlucky. Little Uncle hid it from you. Go kick him. Why did you do it to me?

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