Fu Jue asked the question and immediately realized he shouldn't have asked it.
On the other end of the phone, Fu Yisi didn't hesitate at all and declined Fu Jue's proposal.
"Dad, there's no such plan."
He would never use that plan.
Fu Yisi, who had taken psychology courses in college, knew well the fear and sadness behind such trauma.
He wouldn't let Ji Sang recall such things.
Upon hearing this, Fu Jue knitted his eyebrows slightly; a few months ago he was worried that the Fu Family's tradition might end with Fu Yisi, but now, it seemed he could rest easy.
"Right, did your wife and your mom come over to my place today?"
"Uh?"
"Oh, they made afternoon tea and specifically brought it over for me."
Fu Jue's tone was quite proud.
Fu Yisi doesn't eat sweets, so naturally, he didn't partake.
Fu Yisi: ...
Helplessly raised his hand to his forehead, and shook his head.
"Dad,"
