Fu Yixing pushed Fu Xiong's hand away and stood up. "I don't accept this. He just got lucky this time. Why does everyone think he's more capable than me?"
His gaze was so fiery that Fu Yihan finally reacted.
Slowly, he turned his head and stared at Fu Yixing.
His gaze was cold, devoid of any warmth.
"Do you think you're more capable than me?" he asked.
Fu Yixing nodded without hesitation. "Of course."
"Fine." Fu Yihan turned his head toward the old man. "Let him keep that position. That way, I can take a break."
"No!" The old man said sternly, "The company is just starting to show some promise, and you want to throw in the towel? Do you really think this old man has lived too long and needs someone to anger him to death?"
Fu Yihan frowned, wanting to say more.
"Don't say another word!" the old man snapped. "Letting you talk only makes me angrier."
Fu Yihan: "..."
Seeing this, Su Qingnuan tugged at Fu Yihan's sleeve and whispered, "Don't say anything more for now."
