Fu Yongqiang was carried back to the Patriarch's Mansion.
In the room, only Fu Changsheng was left, and he cast several spells on Fu Yongqiang.
Fu Yongqiang instantly sobered up, opened his eyes, and saw his own father sitting by the bed. His face turned pale, and he scrambled up to salute Fu Changsheng:
"Father, how are you?"
While speaking.
He was so guilty that he didn't dare to lift his head.
Fu Changsheng sighed slightly in his heart.
The problem of mixing immortals and mortals is evident in this situation: people without the heart of leniency, over time, seeing everyone around them becoming skilled, inevitably feel ashamed and may even develop feelings of jealousy and resentment.
But if I were to send Brother Qiang down the mountain now.
The child would likely be completely ruined.
Fu Changsheng pondered for a while and then spoke:
"Brother Qiang, you are not young anymore. Have you thought about starting a family?"
