The status of the heir.
Did he care?
No.
Now, some of the old man's actions indeed enraged him, touching his bottom line that wasn't to be disturbed. Fu Tingyuan had been scheming for most of his life, wanting everything under his control.
But he, he couldn't be manipulated at will.
As the words fell.
About two minutes later, footsteps came from the door.
Fu Chi took a small step back.
The door opened, and the old man appeared at the door, still smiling. His youth's fierceness had been smoothed by time and experience, revealing nothing.
"Your temper is just like your father's."
Fu Tingyuan walked into the room step by step with his cane, and Uncle Ming closed the door again.
Fu Chi glanced at the old man, saying indifferently, "My father cares about your face, the honor of the Fu family, I am different."
These fame and status, they can't restrain him.
Fu Tingyuan laughed, "But Jiang Ruan is your Achilles' heel."
An Achilles' heel can be a fatal weakness.
