"Fu Xuedong, how are you talking to your mom?" Xu Chunliang rushed over from behind, carrying a backpack.
Fu Xuedong turned around and glared at him menacingly, but soon lowered his head under Xu Chunliang's oppressive gaze and said softly, "Who are you?"
Zhao Xinting, who had been focused on her son and forgot to thank Xu Chunliang, finally came to her senses. If Xu Chunliang hadn't intervened just now, she definitely wouldn't have been able to stop her son from jumping into the river. She quickly introduced him, "This is your Uncle Xu, your dad's best friend."
What Xu Chunliang had just done made Zhao Xinting develop a favorable impression of him. You can tell from the way she introduced him that she had already established a preliminary trust in Xu Chunliang.
Fu Xuedong snorted, "I don't think my dad has any friends."
