If this isn't the devil... (11)

The young woman felt a wave of panic in her heart, but her expression remained calm.

She looked as if it wasn't convenient for her to say anything.

Fan Yu raised his eyebrows, and his thin lips parted slightly.

"Don't misunderstand. I just feel that the surname 'fan'isn't common. Perhaps, I know fan fan's father."

"Young master fan, the car is ready."

The Butler went forward to report.

Fan Yu didn't dwell on this question anymore. He picked up little six-six, held Qiao Yuanfei, who had been silent all this while, and took the lead to walk out.

The young woman couldn't refuse, so she could only carry fan fan and follow.

The Butler arranged for a limousine.

The space for five people to sit didn't seem small.

The two children could also play together.

But at the same time, Fan Fan and little six both chose to stick to Qiao Yuanfei.