Since Old Master Qin never liked celebrating his birthday outside, he built a huge banquet hall next to the Qin Family's villa.
They had specially invited a famous host of the capital's TV Station who was humorous and funny, so that the banquet looked very harmonious.
Sitting next to Gu Weiwei, Fu Hanzheng looked distractedly at her burnt hands.
"Are they still hurting?"
Gu Weiwei shook her head. "The ointment worked, so they don't hurt any more."
Fu Hanzheng nodded and felt slightly calmer.
Fu Shiqin was sitting next to them with Tiantian in his arms. Seeing the food on the table, Tiantian tried her best to climb onto the table.
Fu Shiqin took hold of her, but the girl was still trying hard to pull the tablecloth.
"But you just ate dinner." Fu Shiyi felt helpless.
Where had the large bottle of milk gone?
In the end, she had no choice but to give up when Fu Shiqin gave her snacks and cookies.