Chapter 8 Hello, Fu Xiaomo, Hello, Your Dad!

"Ahhhh! Who is he!? And who is he?!"

At that moment, the livestream room was like a place possessed, with wave after wave of excitement that just couldn't subside.

"Ahhh!! Hubby! Hubby! He is my hubby!"

"Move aside! Move aside! I need my hubby to see me!!"

The tall man descended from upstairs, looking untouchable and inviolable. His gaze lingered on Li Xingwan's face for a few seconds before he stood in front of her, towering a full head taller.

The sense of oppression was still strong.

But for some reason, there was also a sense of harmony. A towering darkness and a delicate, stunning contrast…

The black suit on his body clashed intensely with the wine-red dress. It was a provocative encounter.

In that moment, Li Xingwan's heartbeat inexplicably quickened. She licked her slightly dry lips and reached out to the man. "Hello, Li Xingwan."

God damn hello. But by the time she realized it, she had already done so.

Whatever, she was just a stand-in for the original anyway, the original and he were just estranged spouses, with no understanding between them.

Fu Chengzhou didn't know much about the woman in front of him. In fact, his impression wasn't that favorable.

He knew that three years ago, she was someone who got cursed at, a D-list starlet who couldn't make it in the entertainment industry.

He had also seen some negative reports about her.

The marriage three years ago was a reluctant move.

Whether he had been schemed against by her, he didn't even know.

Originally, he came back with the intention to…

Now, his impression slightly changed.

Looking at that slender, fair hand stretched towards him, he gazed at it for two or three seconds, then took hold of it. "Hello."

Their palms met, generating warmth.

Li Xingwan: "..."

Everyone: "???"

These two don't know each other?

Li Xingwan's attention, however, settled on the Buddha Beads wrapped around his wrist, which should command reverence, but inexplicably didn't.

She felt that this object didn't quite fit on the wrist of this man.

And...

He didn't even say his name!!

In the next second, Fu Chengzhou had already released her hand and turned his gaze towards the son who was almost as tall as him.

Li Xingwan: "..."

Done.

He didn't say it.

He really didn't say it.

Little Mobao, standing beside her, lifted his little head and carefully evaluated the man. After a long moment, he seriously extended his hand to the man, mimicking Li Xingwan's introduction.

"Hello, Fu Xiaomo."

"..."

Fu Chengzhou's mouth twitched involuntarily.

This little guy, not seen for three years, even failed to recognize him.

Even the netizens in the livestream room nearly died of laughter.

"Saying hello to your own daddy?"

Only Li Xingwan knew that it was precisely because of this that Fu Xiaomo had always been close to her, considering her his mother.

It was just that he thought she didn't like him.

So, no matter how the female protagonist tried to push him away, he would stubbornly stick to her side.

"Hello," Fu Chengzhou grasped the little one's hand. His tone suddenly shifted, humor infusing his voice, "Your dad."

"Pfft! Hahahaha!"

The viewers in the livestream burst out laughing all at once.

"Hello, Fu Xiaomo."

"Hello, your dad."

"Hahahaha, just kill us with laughter."

"These father and son are just too funny."

"Wait, something's not right. He said he is Fu Xiaomo's dad, so his wife is..."

"Holy shit, holy shit! Holy shit!"