Before Wen Sheng could respond to Fu Yanlin, Fu Yuhe leaned on his cane and walked out. He stood on the steps under the porch, his voice commanding, "Ayan, stop!"
Fu Yanlin initially chose to ignore him. He held onto Wen Sheng, intending to leave. Fu Yuhe spoke again, hitting his cane hard on the ground, "Ayan, don't forget who you are and what you promised me!"
At his words, Fu Yanlin looked at Fu Yuhe, his thin lips tight, "What do you think my identity is? Have I ever had one?"
Fu Yuhe was left out of breath, a rage building in his chest, and after a while, he cursed, "You scoundrel!"
Fu Yanlin coldly laughed, "I've been a scoundrel for many years now. Are you only finding out today?"
Fu Yuhe's lips remained tight, his body shaking, and then, suddenly, he threw his cane at Fu Yanlin.
Fu Yanlin didn't dodge, but shielded Wen Sheng with his body.
The cane landed at his feet.
