When the police arrived, the three of them were at home playing simple-minded games with Xiao Anping.
Song Anjiu was devoting herself to entertaining the "little one," Fu Huasheng stubbornly lingered, making jokes, and only Fu Chenshang seemed genuinely fond of children, even going so far as to call his assistant late at night to buy a bunch of toys to send over. After all, he was nearly 29; people that age should feel quite hopeful about children.
The doorbell rang more urgently with each sound, and just as Song Anjiu was about to answer it, Fu Chenshang pulled her back and glanced towards Fu Huasheng, who seemed to be mischievously about to knock down Xiao Anping's towering stack of blocks, "Youngest brother, go open the door."
Fu Huasheng didn't move, "Why should I go? I am the guest after all."
"Because I don't consider you an outsider."