lways feeling familiar, but couldn't remember who it was for a moment. 。I'm a bit hesitant. 。Lin Zhigan was also puzzled, how did Fu Mo'han know those things But he remained silent, continuing to pla...Since he moved out, he rarely got to have a meal with Fu Hongyuan at the same table, let alone say a few words.

If it hadn't been for his mother's accident, Fu Shaoqing wouldn't have come back for a while.

Without Fu Hongyuan's presence, he felt a lot lighter.

Before he had finished his breakfast, Fu Hongyuan had already changed into his suit and went downstairs to leave.

Before leaving, I went back to the restaurant and stood at the door looking at Fu Shaoqing who was still having breakfast. I told him, "I'm going on a business trip and will be gone for a few days. You should stay home these days and visit your mother often."

Fu Shaoqing readily agreed, "Okay, I got it."

He originally just wanted to come back and take a look. Hearing that Fu Hongyuan was on a business trip, the two could avoid meeting each other, and staying for a few days wasn't out of the question.

Fu Hongyuan looked at Fu Shaoqing's slouching, unmannerly back and shook his head helplessly. He didn't say anything and turned to leave.

When the sounds behind him disappeared, Fu Shaoqing slowly sat up straight. He picked up the last steamed dumpling with his chopsticks and swallowed it after chewing a few times. Then he moved his chair and stood up.

He waved his hand to dismiss the servant, then turned and walked upstairs to his own room to rest.

The furnishings in the room remained just as they were when he left. Every day, the maids cleaned it, but nothing was moved around arbitrarily.

Fu Shaoqing was going to take a shower and then rest. He walked to the dressing room, opened the closet, and reached for a clean pajamas when a bag fell out and landed on the floor.

He suspiciously bent down and picked up the cloth bag. It was very light. He gently squeezed it, and there was something soft inside.

Fu Shaoqing opened the drawstring bag and poured out a rolled-up photograph. He unfurled it in confusion and stared at the picture, his expression stunned.

The photo is of him when he was young, at a playground.

At that time, He Shumei was young and beautiful, with captivating eyes. She smiled radiantly, holding a small child in her arms who was reaching out towards the camera.

If it weren't for this photo, Fu Shaoqing would have forgotten about that time. The person taking the picture took away his balloon, so he reached out to get it back. That's how this photo came to be.

Fu Shaoqing was even more confused. Why would this photo be in his room, on his pajamas

Who put this here, and what does it mean

With this question in mind, Fu Shaoqing left the bedroom holding the photo and went to the study to rummage through the photo albums in the cabinet.

A thick photo album with a glass cover was pulled out of the bookcase by him. He walked over to the coffee table and put it down, then sat down. His long fingers opened the album.

The photos inside are all from when he was little.

Most of the photos are him with He Shumei. At that time, Fu Hongyuan was very busy and there weren't many father-son pictures, even less than the ones with the housekeeper in them.

Fu Shaoqing turned to the missing page. The photos on the front and back were all taken at an amusement park. He put the photos back into the album and flipped through a few more pages, but still didn't find anything wrong.

After closing the photo album, Fu Shaoqing stood up and strode towards the door. He went downstairs and found the maid who had been cleaning all along. He asked in a low voice, "Has anyone been to the study recently"

The maid answered him, her head bowed. "Madam has been here recently, she stayed in the study for a few hours, looking through photo albums."

Fu Shaoqing frowned, "I see."

His photo, it's most likely his mother put up. Why is that

He decided to go back and look through the photos carefully. Waving goodbye to the maid, he turned and went up the stairs to the second floor.

Unbeknownst to her, the maid quietly lifted her head and looked up the stairs, a flash of coldness crossing her eyes.acted her smile and stared intently at the night owl who was speaking, anxiously pursuing, "Where is he" "He was sold, we found him at the home nightclub..." 。"The Night Owl paused for a moment, then...