This Is... Her Son? (9)

Fan Yu was stunned for a second. His expression changed slightly. He put down his chopsticks and stood up.

He bent down and carried her up.

Fan Fan, who was beside her, quickly slid down from his chair and ran up to her worriedly.

His small mouth opened and almost shouted out.

Qiao yuanfei came back to her senses and quickly stood up by herself.

"What's going on? You Can't even sit properly?"

Fan Yu raised an eyebrow and looked suspiciously at Qiao yuanfei, who seemed to be all out of sorts today.

Qiao Yuanfei's attention was entirely on fan fan fan.

She had been using her eyes to comfort him that he was fine so that the little guy would not lose his cool.

Fan Yu noticed that her gaze had been fixed on fan fan fan and thought that she finally cared that fan fan's temperament was similar to hers.

The corners of Fan Yu's mouth curled up slightly.