Depends on My Mood

Fortunately, Bo Jinchuan didn't take after his mother.

Otherwise, it was hard to imagine how Bo Jinchuan would look like.

Stepping into the villa, the servants in the living room turned to look at her. It was Auntie Zhang who greeted her first.

"Young Master's grandmother is back?"

Shen Fanxing smiled and nodded. Before she could speak, Lou Ruoyi grabbed her wrist.

"Aiyo, you're finally back. I'm getting a headache from these people."

Lou Ruoyi muttered as she pulled Shen Fanxing to the sofa. She grabbed a handful of melon seeds and stuffed them into Shen Fanxing's hands.

Shen Fanxing was speechless.

Was she suffering from a headache?

Lou Ruoyi pointed at the two people in front of her.