Fu Bowen remained silent, so the old man looked at Fu Siming beside him and asked, "And you? Did you already know what your brother did? Did you think it was unnecessary to tell the adults and were planning to teach him a lesson yourself?"

"..." The price of silence was another blow from behind.

Seeing that the two had stopped arguing, the old man sat down on the wooden chair in front of them and watched them.

"Your mother went through so much trouble to bring you two into the world, only to have you kill each other?"

He sighed, and seeing Fu Ting standing behind the two brothers, his anger flared even more. "You come here too! This is your son, and you expect me to teach him?!"

Fu Ting finished offering incense to his mother before slowly speaking.

“Bowen, you and your younger brother started learning around the same time. At first, your grandfather and I did consider letting Si Ming manage the Fu family business because he showed more talent in management. But later your mother said that your younger brother was still young, and even if we were to decide who would manage the Fu family business in the end, we would have to compete fairly to find out who was more suitable. You said we all saw you, but you had more opportunities to learn than him earlier. However, you were impetuous and impatient, and you didn’t settle down at all. You only thought about treating Si Ming as a rival.”

“Si Ming, you too. I didn’t know before, but you already knew that your brother deliberately took you out and left you outside. Why didn’t you tell us? Did you think you were capable of handling everything? Do you even consider us your father and mother? You’re always like this, thinking you can handle everything. What do the people close to you think?”