It is Han Sixian.

“Aunt Chen, you are really here. Have you had dinner yet? Siqi didn’t answer the phone.” Han Sixian greets Chen Qiaolan with a smile.

“Young master…” Chen Qiaolan is stunned, looking uneasily at Han Siqi in the living room.

Han Sixian realizes that there is something wrong. When he sees Fu Zhengzheng standing in the living room with clothes in her hands, his face immediately sinks, looking at Han Siqi with an inquiring ...