That guy was pretty stubborn, and quite loyal to the old boss. "Pah!"

Fang Hua stomped his foot, and the sound of bones cracking rang out. "Even if you don't tell me, I can find someone else. Someone will eventually tell me, but you will die a terrible death, and you will have to watch your brothers die before you."

Li Wenyang is right. Fang Hua can only perform normally on his own without him.

Having him around is both a source of reassurance and a burden for Fang Hua. It's reassuring because he listens to everything Fang Hua does, and even if he knows that Fang Rong is doing something wrong, he will still do it without hesitation.

This is also why he's a hindrance. If he's wrong, he'll just correct him. If he's wrong, Fang Hua won't object and will still roll up his sleeves and get to work.

Was it he who spoiled Fang Hua, or Fang Hua who spoiled him?

Fang Hua's silence makes him think that he is always right. Whenever Fang Hua gets angry, he immediately comes over to appease him, which gives him the illusion that he is right and Fang Hua is wrong.

So, putting yourself in his shoes, it's actually always Fang Hua who's spoiling him, not the other way around.

He mostly made pastries and the like, but Fang Hua spoiled him from the inside out.

Tolerate his shortcomings and willfulness, put him first in everything, never talk back when scolded, continue to endure being beaten, and kneel on a washboard when he goes too far, very self-aware.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that I was really wrong.

Fang Rong covered her face, still somewhat unwilling to admit it.

"You better not lie to me, or your brothers will suffer the same pain you're going through one by one." While he was thinking, Fang Hua had already dealt with that person, found out his whereabouts, and even knocked him unconscious.

"How is it?" Fang Rong walked over and asked.

Fang Hua turned around and made a peace sign. "I already know."

"Stop acting cute and get down to business." Fang Rong decided to encourage him. "If you're this efficient every day, I'll love you even more."

Fang Hua suddenly realized that Fang Rong liked this kind of thing.

Li Wenyang coughed, interrupting the two's flirting, "Let's hurry over, before someone beats us to it."

"Okay." Fang Rong nodded and asked Fang Hua to lead the way to find the old master.

Because he knew the address the man gave him, he didn't let the man lead him there; instead, he knocked the man unconscious and found the place himself.

That place belongs to a nursing home. Nursing homes in slums are particularly chaotic. I don't know why the old manager is here.

Does that mean neither of his sons wants to support him?

That's not scientific; at the very least, one should outwardly show filial piety.

"I guess he came here on his own," Li Wenyang explained. "The old master knew he was going to die, so he chose to live here to avoid causing trouble for others."

"Hmm." The old man didn't seem to be doing anything bad from Li Wenyang's words. Even if he were about to die, Fang Rong would feel guilty if she really killed him. Fang Rong almost changed her mind. "How about we wait a couple of days?"

"You can't bear it?" Li Wenyang looked at him.

“Somewhat, we can wait until he dies before taking his sperm. We can just take care of him for the next few days,” Fang Rong said, seeking Fang Hua’s opinion.

Fang Hua had unknowingly walked to the front of a house. Fang Rong was about to call him when Li Wenyang stopped him, saying, "Let's see what's going on."

His sudden change of heart must not be without reason; he must have made some new discovery.

Fang Hua stood at the door for a minute or two, hesitating to go in.

The person inside seemed to sense his presence and coughed, inviting him, "Since you're already here, why don't you come in?"

Fang Hua placed his hand on the door and gently pushed it open, revealing the scene inside, which was even more rudimentary than he had imagined: a rusty table, rusty chairs, and a swaying figure.

The person on the bed held onto the edge of the bed and insisted on getting up. Fang Hua ignored him and slowly walked closer through the doors and windows, looking around the place.

"You're too old." Your superpowers are fading.

There seemed to be a strong blood connection between them; Fang Hua could sense it from a great distance.

This person and he have an unusual relationship.

He could sense it, and the old master could naturally sense it too.

"You are..." He looked at Fang Hua with a puzzled expression, his eyes wrinkled and his pupils cloudy.

"Fang Rong said I'm your son and told me to come and see you off in your final days." Fang Hua walked to the bedside. There was an old globe on the bedside table. He gently turned the dial, and the wooden globe made a creaking sound.

"Really?" The old man chuckled. "I actually have a son."

"I don't know." Fang Hua shrugged. "Fang Rong said I'm your son, so I should be your son."

The old man's smile deepened, "Being able to recognize another son before I die, I have no regrets in this life."

Fang Hua remained unmoved.

The globe turned slightly, again and again, its echoes clearly audible in the quiet room.

"Come here, child, let me see you." The old man beckoned him over.

Fang Hua obediently sat on the edge of the bed and leaned closer.

"It does look somewhat like me. When I was young, I was also fair-skinned and clean-cut, and my nose is most like mine." The old man was kind and approachable, with a childlike smile.

When a person is about to die, having a relative by their side is enough to make them smile for a long time, even if the motive is impure.

"Your name is Fang Hua, right?"

Fang Hua was taken aback. "How did you know?"

"Because I have the superpower of mind reading." The old man took his hand. "Can I hug you?"

Fang Hua stared at him for a while, and then nodded, "Okay."

The old man was overjoyed and propped himself up to hug him.

There was a putrid smell about him, the deathly aura of an old man on the verge of death, spreading from his body.

"Hug me again...hug me...my son..."

puff!

He suddenly started vomiting violently, and blood gushed from the corner of his mouth like it was free, wave after wave.

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