Fu Ziyuan looked at the little girl sitting in the wheelchair, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes.
"Who are you?"
A bad premonition welled up in Fu Ziyuan's heart. What was this little girl's relationship to him?
Fu Ziyuan gazed at the delicate and pretty face of the little girl, his brows furrowing tightly.
The little girl appeared to be seven or eight years old, which, if calculated carefully, was about the same age as when Wen Yuci and Fu Yunshen parted ways.
Could it be...
Fu Ziyuan immediately denied the notion in his heart.
It definitely wasn't what he was thinking!
Fu Ziyuan lowered his gaze, concealing the emotional turmoil behind his eyes.
"Yuci, who is she? Why does she say you're a bad woman?"
Wen Yuci didn't want to explain so much to Fu Ziyuan. Right now, Ye Chuner alone was giving her a headache, and with Fu Ziyuan showing up, her head was about to explode.
"Young Master Fu, if there's nothing else, I'm closing the door."
