After the Cheng father and daughter left, Fu Chen went upstairs to see the old master.
He was sitting in the study, staring blankly at an old and yellowed photo.
"Dad." Fu Chen picked up a glass of warm water and handed a medicine pill to him. He was old, and there were always some problems with his body. His joints had rheumatism, and his blood pressure was unstable.
"Old Cheng was an honest person. Do you think it was right or wrong for me to bring his family to the capital back then?" Old Fu exhaled turbidly and his voice was hoarse.
"You've already helped his family a lot. Whether they come to Beijing or not is also their own choice."
"All these years, their family has done a lot of dirty things. I couldn't be ruthless. This time…"
"Dad, if you don't make a decision, you'll definitely be in trouble."
