Fu Shihan knew very well that bringing her back to confront the two old men at this time would do no good. So, let them have their way, and let's stay apart for a while.
But during this separation, he wouldn't be happy, and they shouldn't expect to feel at ease either.
...
The long night finally gave way to dawn.
After getting up, Fu Shihan drove back to the family house, and upon entering, he heard sounds of things being smashed.
In this house, the only person who would do such a thing and still have the interest and guts to do it was Fu Yu'an.
Fu Shihan slowly walked into the living room. On the sofa, Fu Yansheng was sitting there with a chessboard in front of him, facing Fu Shili.
In the distant dining area, three servants scrambled to appease the little tyrant in the chair, with bowls on the table being brought up and one dropped after another.
