Tian Ya, Feng Wuhui I

 "Alright, Mother." Qing Han's voice was so soft and adorable, sweeter than even marshmallows.

"By the way, when will Fu Chen wake up?" Thinking of Fu Chen who was still sleeping, Feng Ruqing frowned as she asked.

"I have no idea, but I think Brother Fu Chen will wake up soon." Qing Han shook her head with dazed eyes.

Lowering her eyes, Feng Ruqing hugged Qing Han who was lying in her embrace without saying anything. The morning sunlight shone, Feng Ruqing's stunning face wore a brilliant smile. 

At this time, Feng Ruqing raised her head, the silhouette of a young master came into sight, he looked so cold, elegant, and otherworldly.

"Mother, the so-called Father is here. I am going to see Grandmother."

Qing Han kissed Feng Ruqing on her face and left Feng Ruqing's embrace with a bright smile on her face. 

'Grandmother said that when Father and Mother get together, no one should disturb them. Otherwise, I will not have a little sister."