If this isn’t the devil... (12)

The young woman looked up worriedly.

Fan Yu's expression was still indifferent. He had a faint smile on his face, but it didn't seem like he was angry.

Only then did she relax.

Who knew that his next sentence would change the topic!

"You're not even fan fan's family. Who Are You?"

The young woman:"..."

Qiao Yuanfei:"..."

Fan Fan:"..."

In the entire room, the only person who remained calm was Xiao Liuliu, who was still sitting on the sofa, waiting to eat her dumplings.

The young woman: "Fan, young master fan, what do you mean by that? I don't understand. I'm Fan Fan's aunt. You can ask fan fan about that..."

"The acting is very similar. It's a pity that you forgot a very important point when acting in front of the child."

Fan Yu held fan fan fan's hand and walked to the sofa to sit down. His thin lips parted slightly.

"Which point?"