Fu Jinghen had been brought up by Fu Qiang since he was a child, and Fu Qiang's words carried significant weight in his view.
He put down his hand and caught sight of Feng Li standing at the office door, turning his head to look.
Feng Li instantly shut his gaping mouth and said carefully, "President Fu, Chairman Fu—"
"I know." Fu Jinghen interrupted him, "Go outside."
Feng Li nodded, closed the door, and walked out.
Just as the door was about to close, Fu Qiang said, "Make me a cup of tea."
Feng Li called out, "Alright!"
With only the Fu siblings remaining in the office, Fu Qiang, still irate, smacked Fu Jinghen's shoulder a few times, then spun around to sit opposite him, placing her bag on the table: "Explain to me clearly what's going on today. If you don't, don't even think about coming back home."
"..."
Fu Jinghen lowered his gaze expressionlessly, "Personality clash."
