Fu Teng had barely taken three steps toward the door when Fu Sheng's voice rang through the hall once again.
This time, there was no patience left in it.
"If you walk out of this house today," Fu Sheng said slowly, his eyes fixed on Fu Teng's back, "then don't bother coming back."
The words fell into the room like a thunderclap.
For a moment, nobody reacted.
The entire hall became so quiet that even the sound of breathing seemed loud.
Fu Teng stopped walking.
His footsteps froze.
Then he slowly turned around.
His face was dark and his eyes were cold.
Across from him, Fu Sheng stood perfectly still.
Madam Fu was the first person to react.
"Fu Sheng!"
She immediately stood up from her seat.
Her face had turned pale from shock.
"What are you saying?"
Her voice trembled as she hurried toward him.
"How can you say something like that to your brother?"
But Fu Sheng did not answer her.
His gaze remained locked on Fu Teng.
