Fu Nanyan was struggling to have a heart-to-heart relationship with the milk tea sister. He didn’t respond when he heard this, and followed the words, “I know, it’s our little niece...”
He felt wrong as he said, and suddenly raised his head, “What did you say? What little niece?”
The man’s beautiful eyes were round, like a frightened little rabbit.
Cen Tiong’s lazy sitting posture also followed and straightened, looking surprised at Fu Sixing.
Fu Sixing glanced at Tessa, not intending to hide it from the brothers, tapped his fingers on the table, and groaned, “In order to prevent messing up the seniority, it is difficult to explain, I will just say it right now. Xiaoting is actually us. Granddaughter of the Fu family, you are all her uncles.”
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