"Young Master, you've returned!"
Hearing the voice of the servant at the door, the elderly lady and Aunt Wu exchanged glances, with deep smiles emerging on both their faces.
The man casually responded and, after changing his shoes, walked directly into the living room.
Besides the elderly lady and Aunt Wu, the living room lacked the figure he had been longing to see. Fu Qiyuan's deep-set eyes shifted slightly.
The smile on the elderly lady's face deepened.
"Oh, you've come back so early? Didn't you say you had no time to join me for dinner? What brought you back?"
Aunt Wu couldn't help but suppress a laugh on the side.
Fu Qiyuan scanned the surroundings and, finding no one else, finally couldn't help but ask.
"Where is she?"
The elderly lady raised her eyebrows, her face full of profound amusement.
"Who?"
Fu Qiyuan's pupils were cool, a trace of frost at their bottom. He glanced indifferently at his grandmother and, while unbuttoning his suit, started heading upstairs.