Soon, it was Chinese New Year.
Fu Shengying kept reminding Fu Shiyi and Fu Shiqin to bring their girlfriends home, and he was very worried about the New Year.
Mrs. Fu was not in a hurry. She was mentally prepared that none of them would be able to bring a girlfriend home.
Therefore, she was happily preparing the reunion dinner with the servants.
Fu Shengying and the Old Lady were drinking tea in the living room and could not sit still.
"No, I need to call them."
Having said these words, Fu Shengying put down the newspaper, got up and made a call to Fu Shiyi.
"Where are you? How much longer before you return?"
"I'm on the way to pick up my girlfriend," Fu Shiyi said.
"Really?" Fu Shengying was not convinced.
Fu Shiyi countered. "Didn't you want me to bring my girlfriend home?"
"Okay, okay, you pick her up, be careful."
Hearing that he was really going to bring someone back, Fu Shengying felt very consoled.