Just as he reached the door, when he thought he saw the light, Butler Zhong arrived.

Fu Anhe was almost frightened to death when he saw what Butler Zhong was holding in his hand.

He knelt down and kowtowed in front of Fu Xiuyan.

"Xiao Yan, no no no, Patriarch, it's my fault. I shouldn't have hired an assassin to kill you. I was possessed by the devil. Please spare my uncle, okay? I'll kowtow to you."

Before Fu Xiuyan could say anything else, Mr. Fu got angry when he heard this.

A teacup fell in front of Fu Anhe, and the fragments splashed on his face.

"You beast, do you really want to kill Xiaojiu?"

Fu Anhe ignored the pain on his face. Seeing that Fu Xiuyan didn't move, he crawled to Mr. Fu, hugged his legs and begged for mercy.

"Grandpa, Dad, I know I was wrong. Can you please help me beg for mercy and let me go?"

Mr. Fu kicked the man away and said angrily:

"You have to bear the consequences of your own evil deeds."

Obviously he doesn't intend to take care of this matter.

Fu Anhe heard it, his face changed and he stood up with a fierce look in his eyes.

"You old thing, when my eldest brother died, I should have been the successor, but you gave it to this little bastard. That's fine, but you even gave him the power of the head of the family."

"Now, you don't care about my life or death. Do you think I'm your son?"

Old Master Fu remained expressionless even as Fu Anhe pointed at his nose and scolded him.

"Fu Anhe."

The three light words made Fu Anhe wake up instantly.

"If it weren't for Xiaojiu, do you think our Fu family would still be safe? Not only do you not know how to be grateful, you are also ungrateful!"

Seeing Fu Anhe's unconvinced look, the old man shook his head and stopped talking to a deaf person.

"Xiaojiu, let's do whatever needs to be done. Even if it means taking his life, Grandpa won't stop me."

After saying that, he went up the stairs.

Fu Xiuyan looked at the old man's back, which instantly aged ten years.

Angry.

"Zhongli, family rules."