𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐭

Chapter 70

Hahaha, how is that possible

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Little Sugar Cake looked up at Fu Xiao worriedly.

Just what’s going on, ah?

He looked at the light blue knitted sweater. It should be hand-knitted. The sweater has soft yarns, delicate stitches, and has a classic style. It suits Fu Xiao’s temperament very well, but Song Mingwei sent it when Fu Xiao’s birthday was approaching, what does this clothes mean?

A gift for Fu Xiao? Expressing her concern as a mother?

She can’t be so naïve as to think that hypocritically giving a little bit of dispensable love to Fu Xiao can even out everything in the past, right?

What does this sweater mean?

The funny thing is that Song Mingwei didn’t know that Fu Xiao never wore clothes other than black and white.

This blue knitted sweater is like a joke.

Now that Fu Xiao’s life has finally calmed down, if Song Mingwei still has a little affection for Fu Xiao, she should stay far away from Fu Xiao’s life and never appear again.

Little Sugar Cake is very distressed about his poop shoveling official, not everyone is qualified to be a parent.

The snow-white, smooth and silky cat walked to Fu Xiao’s side worriedly. He stretched out his furry front paws, and pressed it on Fu Xiao’s leg.

Fu Xiao looked down at the card, and at a glance he recognized that the card was indeed written by Song Mingwei. Song Mingwei, as the treasure that old master Song, was naturally taught by old master Song himself. Her handwriting was exactly the same as that of the Old master Song. When he was in the Song family, the place he stayed the most was the Song family’s study.

Old master Song’s handwriting, and that gorgeous but gloomy study, he will never forget them in his life.

He knew Song Mingwei’s nature too well. She will never see her fault.

Feeling wrong and wanting to make amends, something like that will never happen to Song Mingwei.

What does she want to do this time?

There was a cold smile on Fu Xiao’s mouth, his hand holding the card slowly tightened, and a trace of violent emotions was gathering and surging in my heart.

Obviously he no longer cares about those, why don’t they let him go?

Do those people have to force themselves to get his hands dirty?

Suddenly, there was a careful touch under his feet. It was just such a slight touch. As soon as Fu Xiao lowered his head, he saw Little Sugar Cake’s blue and gentle eyes, and those eyes were staring at him intently at the moment.

In an instant, the violent emotions all over his body scattered, afraid of scaring the little thing on the bottom of his feet. He looked down at the little thing, which was Little Sugar Cake, rubbing against his body, and his person couldn’t help softening.

The world that once made him sick and tired finally gave him the one wonderful thing.

All the negative emotions in Fu Xiao’s heart suddenly disappeared, and his heart unexpectedly calm down. He unceremoniously crumpled the card into a ball, then casually threw it on the blue knitted sweater, and said to the butler: “Threw it away.”

The butler looked very bad and said: “Yes.”

How could such a thing appear in front of the young master? Was he being too forgiving? It was surprising that the people of this villa would make such a mistake, and he wanted to see just who had the audacity to put this thing in.