Fu Ting's intention was obvious. She wanted Qin Yu to take responsibility for what he had done.
He was no longer suitable to become a wargod.
However, the God of War was the faith that Qin Yu had fought for half his life. He would never let go of it because of this mistake.
Although Ning Yue was anxious, he couldn't interfere with Qin Yu's business. He could only leave with his family dejectedly.
They knew very well that it was impossible for them to recognize Fu Ting immediately. They needed to take it slow. If they were too radical, they would be disgusted.
Qin Qing looked at Fu Ting reluctantly." Can you send me to the door?"
Fu Ting hummed softly and accompanied Qin Qing outside.
After sending her to the old mansion, Qin Qing waited for his family to get into the car, but he still couldn't bear to get in.
