Fu Shen had not lied; the Fu Family's old Western-style houses consisted of four interconnected buildings, sharing a sprawling courtyard, even complete with a man-made hill and pavilion.
Perhaps Fu Zuoming had taken into consideration his foster sons' circumstances, which was why, three years ago, he transferred the ownership of one of these old houses to his second son, Fu Shen.
Fu Wenhua could hardly contain his anger, gritting his teeth as he said, "It's truly the world's biggest joke. Who in Jiangdu doesn't know that this complex of old Western-style houses belongs to our Fu Family?"
"When Uncle transferred this building to you, I suspected there was something fishy about it. Now Uncle is dead, the dead can't testify, and of course, you can talk nonsense!"
