Ye sang tried to hypnotize herself again and again in her heart. She hugged her knees and felt so pitiful.
Fu Han held a knife and fork and looked at the cute little kid in a light yellow dress who was squatting on the ground. He harrumphed coldly in a vengeful mood.
He just didn't want her to eat.
He wanted her to starve to death.
The butler beside him couldn't bear it and couldn't help but whisper, "Sir, why don't we let this child eat something..."
After all, she was still a child of the Su family.
It was indeed a little unreasonable not to let her eat.
Fu Han hadn't spoken yet, but ye sang felt that she was a baby with a firm stance. She shook her head and said, "Sangsang's father will take Sangsang to eat."
She didn't want to be with this bad uncle!
Fu Han's temples jumped, and the corners of his thin lips curled up. He immediately said coldly, "Isn't she quite a backbone?"