Fu Chi paused, the black-clad bodyguards at the door blocked it firmly, not intending to make way for him at all.
The situation.
Was now very clear.
He traced a cool arc with his thin lips.
"Grandfather, were you intentionally keeping me here all along today?"
Fu Chi slowly turned his head, looking at the old man facing the coffin at the top, whose time-worn face showed no emotion.
An intangible majesty permeated the air.
After all, he was a figure who had stirred the world for many years.
Now, it is not hard to guess.
There must be some problem with Jiang Ruan's side. From when he entered the Fu Family, these people within knew the situation like the back of their hand, delaying time and keeping him here to leave a gap to attack Jiang Ruan.
Fu Tingyuan remained silent.
It was Ke Qing who stood up and walked up to Fu Chi with an extremely cold expression on her face.
